Carly and the kids are still at the coast, I am still teaching, so I am home alone. I have taken the opportunity to enjoy some hanging out in the coffeeshop reading. I finally finished Scar by China Meiville. Excellent, strange, compelling book. Finishing it at the coffeehouse today I felt a strange perverse sort of post coital sensation (can I say that?). I wanted the book to continue, but was perfectly satisfied with the ending. I walked to my car with a wry smile on my face.
Part of me wants to pick up Perdido Station (another one of his books), but I think I will wait a little while to let this one sink in.