Recovering from last night, I went into a panic when I couldn't find my wallet this morning. Not in any of the usual places, not in the jeans on top of the laundry pile. Went back to the bar, they didn't have it -- and needless to say, memories are rather fuzzy of the end to the festivities.
I was all set to cancel all my cards, when I noticed something a bit odd: the shirt I was wearing last night appeared to be missing. While I may have been a bit nutty, I was pretty sure I came home wearing a shirt. I checked again -- lo and behold, I'd been looking in the wrong jeans. For some reason, when I undressed, I hid last night's clothes at the very bottom of the pile.
I need a personal handler or something.
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#24 -- "In Siberia" by Colin Thubron
I've had this for years, but put it off, knowing I was gonna love it. Does that make sense? It's the third of his loosely-connected books about the former Soviet Union -- like this one.
Thubron travels throughout Siberia (surprise!), and the result is as haunting, as beautiful as "Lost Heart" was. It's not happy travel writing -- Siberia seems left behind by post-Soviet Russia, its residents tragic, its history horrific. But it's still amazing.
I've read enough travel literature that it takes a lot to impress me -- at this point, I'm comfortable in saying that Thubron consistently rises above the crowd.
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