I was in a bit of reading slump at the beginning of the year and for some reason decided that Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace would be a good way to start things up again. The majority of my reading is done in the once a day 20-30 minute bus commute to work (I get a lift home). Needless to say, it took me a long time to finish. It was excellent though. I was especially drawn in by the feeling that it was this entire world I was looking over, on a level above the narrative itself. My favourite character was Don Gately.

Since finishing that I've zipped through Flatland by Edwin Abbott, which I got after a recommendation from a book thread I have pinned from a while back. A nice, quick and funny read. It's one of those reads that makes you smile and do those little nose exhalation laughs with the way it describes things and makes you view them in a new way.

Now I'm on to Orlando by Virginia Woolfe and enjoying it thoroughly. In some ways it reminds of Herman Hesse's writing. Most probably because often his stories follow a troubled person trying to find purpose and reason too. Not to mention that, like Orlando, Hesse's magnum opus The Glass Bead Game is written in the style of a biography.