fiction

it’s been a very long time since i read fiction but i finally got into markumai’s Q184. my reading pace hasn’t been really been intense as i usually have too much to do but it’s still holding my attention after being half way through the book. i must say i really miss reading a book for the sake/enjoyment of the narrative as oppose to learning things/getting inspired by most of the books that i have digested in the past 10 years. i doubt that reading fiction will be a habit of any sorts but for the time being, it’s a wonderful escape. reading about other introverts/misfits feels reassuring as well. i am not sure if it’s just this particular book but the personality of the characters really resonate with me. it’s been an interesting mental journey for the past 6 months. the downward spiral has open some interesting doors…