Just finished reading Surely You Must Be Joking Mr Feynman and Where the God of Love Hangs Out.
The earlier, by Nobel Prize winner Richard Feynman is a compilation of short anecdotes throughout his life on all the things he tried to make work (and won him prizes) and all the things that he dabbled in and he was intrigued by. It was a bit of a struggle for me because there were a lot of mathematics and physics gabble which I’d long forgotten from my junior college days (I wasn’t very good and that and just never saw the relevance in daily life). But obviously these equations and theories were very close to his heart, because in every occurence, he found an amazing application for them. And I must say he also tried his hand at a lot of other non scientific things like music making, drawing and whathaveyou and comes across as one who went through life, curious about life and interesting in how things worked. Possibly the recipes to a fulfilling (if not successful) life from a weird one who did things out of sheer enjoyment rather than seeking social acceptance or recognition.
The later, by Amy Bloom consisted of a compilation of short stories which although dispersed, were pretty well written. No, I don’t know why there were a cherry and an orange on the cover. I was also a little confused by the jumps between the short stories which were supposedly themed by love. Yes, I suppose the characters were driven by love in different forms – the casual reader in me would have to think a little deeper into it.
Also encountered the most unlikely reading room – the foodcourt in the basement of Central! I’ve always loved Central for being so quiet and unvisited and I recently realised that the foodcourt is a cheaper alternative to the other restaurants upstairs. While having dinner this evening, I was pleasantly surprised to see someone else reading while waiting for someone – obviously a convenient haunt for privacy, accessibility and tranquility (read: no irritating muzak).
Now just starting on The Sugar Queen. Just right for a sugar addict like me.
