It seems that it's becoming increasingly tricky to find the willpower, time and material for a good blog nowadays. I think it's partially due to the build up of assignments and lethargy surrounding the pointy end of term four, and partially due to the fact that the book I am reading is not terribly quotable. Like I've said before, you need to take the whole chapter to get the joke. But boy, regardless of whether they've been bloggable or not, I've been loving the jokes.
I read several chapters of James Herriot's All Things Bright and Beautiful when I was on the train into the city this afternoon. James writes each chapter as a story in itself, and because he was actually there, and it actually happened to him, often many years ago, he is not only capable of giving you a good story, but he is able to give you a good story with a great ending because he can tell you all about what happened ten to twenty years down the track following on. It works so unbelievably well, and sometimes the things that life throws him are so priceless that I even burst out laughing on the train.
He totally gets my style of humour. Maybe I'm not the greatest at dishing it up, but taking it, I'm a sucker for Herriot's anecdotes. He is utterly hilarious in a very sincere, authentic and refreshing way. It is the book that I never want to end.