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I should not be allowed to go to bookstores. Seriously. And I was trying to be good and not buy anything until November, when several things I want are coming out.

But... but... there's a new Terry Pratchett book! Of course I had to buy it. Going Postal. It's a Discworld book, and seems to be in the vein of The Truth, rather than some of the more established characters. Still, Terry Pratchett. I *needed* it.

I also bought The Fall of Kings, by Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman, and Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson, off of reccommendations and the summary on the back cover. It's not like I don't have enough things to read, but... pretty books! I am so shallow.

I finished The Tale of Genji a while ago, by the way. I liked it, though I'm not entirely sure why. It's a wonderful invocation of a place and time, but not so great a piece of literature. The characters are utterly personality-less; when they're given any description at all, which is rare enough, it's in regards to how beautiful, graceful, or elegant they are. This, combined with the massive amounts of characters, sometimes makes it hard to remember who is who.

But I did like it. I think I'm just needlessly amused that a famous piece of literature, the first novel, is about nothing more than a group of spoiled, rich children gossiping and sleeping around.

Sweets, for the