So many books. I'm reading the Dune Chronicles again. I broke down and bought the Folio Society edition of the first book, and it is amazing. Definitely worth collecting, and will likely outlive me (it's very well made). Sometimes, though, I despair at reading these books, because I don't feel like I'll ever be able to create anything like it. Every time I think one is my favorite, I get into the next and am blown away all over again. (Currently on Dune Messiah, the second.)

I've begun One Hundred Years of Solitude as well. I'm reading it in Spanish, and can say that the prose is incredible; you can tell this is a master at work. I hope there are some translations out there that do it justice. It's just the rhythm, the way he can create these brutally short sentences where that full stop at the end feels like a fist. Amazing book.

Greek continues as well, and I've much more to write about there that I'll save for a ramblings post. I will say that I've learned some interesting things about the Bible, since I'd read very little of it before. I haven't actually sat down to read it yet or anything, but I'm seeing blurbs in the book that make me go "huh" a little. I can see why so few people want to follow what Christ says--it would be really hard. I will also say that I understand when physicists and mathematicians talks about a formula's "elegance." That's what a well-written Greek sentence feels like to me.

My wife and I celebrated our anniversary yesterday (actual day was Sunday), and included in that celebration was a trip to the bookstore where I spent far too much money. I bought (but haven't started):

The Peripheral by William Gibson. Supposed to be a return to his cyberpunk roots, and very good.

Lightless by C.A. Higgins. Sci-fi (naturally) where the main character is mentally linked to the ship on which she's flying. From the description though it still involves more internal threats rather than being a rehash of The Ship Who Sang.

Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky. Humanity is forced to colonize another world, that seems tailor-made for us, perhaps too much so.

Los Señores del Narco (The Lords of Narco) by Anabel Hernandez. The author is an experienced Mexican journalist, and she gives a chronicle of the Mexican Drug War going back to 1970, running up through the (re)capture of El Chapo. Goes into government complicity (and attempts to fix the problem), how the cartels operated and were structured, the works. She was apparently able to get her hands on an interview between El Chapo and agents of the DEA, which forms the last chapter of the revised edition. I'm excited about this one; I've always been fascinated by underground economies.