I really like it when reading perpetuates itself. Like how when my current book leads me to my next, or even a whole new genre. Reading Atwood's Surfacing, I came to the following paragraph:
'...his cache of serious books: the King James Bible which he said he enjoyed for its literary qualities, a complete Robert Burns, Boswell's life, Thompson's Seasons, selections from Goldsmith and Cowper. He admired what he called the eighteenth century rationalists: he thought of them as men who had avoided the corruptions of the Industrial Revolution, and learned the secret of the golden mean*, the balanced life, he was sure they all practised organic farming.'
Sound interesting.
*Aristotle, no?
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