You may have read on my other blog about my brief job on a movie that was to shoot in London and how it all fell through quite quickly. Well, when I flew over, my friend John loaned me Steve Martin's memoir about his career in stand up "Born Standing Up." I ended up reading it on the plane home. His story is fascinating, sometimes unexpected, and very inspiring. He had a vision on how he was going to do his comedy and he stuck by it, though it took a long while for him to achieve rock star status.
Since I've been home, I started to read "Me Of Little Faith" by Lewis Black, but got sidetracked with anger and frustration about not having a job and my whole life being kept upside down. I have been feeling like Johnny Depp in Pirates 3 when he's in the afterlife place. So I put Mr. Black's book aside and rifled through many magazines that needed reading. Then I decided I needed a comfort book, so I turned to my old favorite "The Mother Tongue: English and How It Got That Way" by Bill Bryson.
Since I had spent six WHOLE days in London, I figured I would refresh myself on the language as I had asked a few people about place names and didn't get great answers out of them.
I restarted my list of books at the Los Angeles Public Library, putting myself at the back of the holds queue for the books I had been wanting to read but not purchase. It will take a little while for them to become available as the one I'm closest to getting next, I'm #9 in line.
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