Finally I can point to a tangible benefit I am obtaining from this Masters: as a postgraduate I can now borrow TWENTY, COUNT ‘EM!, books from the UCL library, instead of my previous limit of ten. I tottered home happily yesterday with nine books and will return for a second lot soon. Only two were actually about law.
- The Past (Galway Kinnell)
- Corson’s Inlet (A.R. Ammons)
- Collected Poems (Philip Larkin)
- Poems For The Millennium (a huuuuuuge anthology and therefore enticing even if naffly titled)
- A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man (James Joyce, first foray – fingers crossed)
- Life A User’s Manual (Georges Perec)
- The Real Life Of Sebastian Knight (Vladimir Nabokov)
- Legal Aspects Of The Information Age (Ian Lloyd)
- Cases And Materials On Intellectual Property (W.R. Cornish)
I’m a happy bookworm. Between this and the fact that after two years of living in a hall with no Internet connections I now have unlimited access in my flat, the pertinent (rhetorical) question I am beginning to ask is: who needs a social life?