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[minervasolo]

I can read for pleasure again. It's... weird. I've already ploughed through a Whyndham novel (one of my favourite writers ever, because he's so much fun to read), and I've gone back to Lies of Locke Lamora. Not the best mix, to be honest, and I'm eyeing up Mauraice because I've been craving a reread, but I have five or six books I bought and didn't find to read, including Lords of Light and a Guy Gavriel Kay book. I can also write what I like, which is even weirder. I need to run over to campus to drop off my library books, but that's about it. But that can wait until after Great Biritsh Menu.