Wool is what I have begun now, it is by Hugh Howey. I like a book that has moments of small intrigue, it opens with a man who wants to die. Sitting in his cell which has a massive floor to ceiling screen showing him the outside world. In all its bleakness and all he can do is wonder about the dead pixels in the screen. who will have the skills to fix it, if not then will it one day be mostly dead pixels and will it matter. So I am enjoying this book,

Being dyslexic is a rather nice way to be. I like this very much my dyslexia allows me to read, writing is harder and takes a lot more energy to do. It is made easier by being able to use a computer, It means I don't have to rewrite everything out to remove the mistakes I could not see and usually make new ones as I rewrite. Si how ever it is make sure you live well and enjoy the world as much as you can have a great day.

Well it is February and my book buying fast is over, and I ma slowly easing my way back in. I have bought and read Vince Fynn's The Last Man, I have always enjoyed his writing. I might consider him a guilty pleasure, but I have way to much respect for Mitch to have any guilty. Then working my way into The Philosophical Breakfast Club, I find myself caught by a small idea or ideas. I would seem that I need a wider set of reading and experience, I need to be pushed  or drawn into, deeper set of ideas or rationales for being or doing what I do. Well that is some of my reading, buying now I have beautiful hard back edition of H.P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction, Wool by Hugh Howey: The Skinner by Neal Asher: I got that for a whole Dollar. To paraphrase the great thinker and swimmer Dory "Just keep swimming; Just keep swimming" Remember dyslexia is a rather fun way to see the world.