Literacy

Another lazy afternoon, another afternoon with no agenda. Only now, boredom don't feel lethargic or restless. It felt quite blissful. Its too early to hit the gym but too late to do anything else (is there such a thing, or another excuse).

Anyway, turned on the TV and there was Oprah. She was interviewing a guy by the name of James Frey who wrote a book on his drug and alcohol addiction and how he fought back from the brink of death. Everyone was raving about the book and claimed that the book spoke to them on different levels, even if you are not on any addiction whatsoever. The book is entitled "A Million Little Pieces".

I decided to buy the book after watching the programme. It wasn't the glowing reviews nor the fanfare that Oprah brought with it. What bought me over was Mr Frey himself. Throughout the interview, he did not attempt to glorify or sensationalise anything. He spoke with a simple humbleness that was even lackadaisical. When he gave advise or commented on how he got through this personal hell, he didn't say it like he was preaching or that he was one level up from you. He externalises it as himself only. And yet, the book seemed to have related to and affected many people profoundly.

I will read the book and hope to gain something from it. If not, it will just be one of the books that I have read during this time of voluntary unemployment.

I am off to Borders in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon......the bliss of boredom.