Ahhhhh. That’s the sound of the beginning of a two-week vacation. The last finals for students were at 9 this morning and the library cleared out pretty quickly after that. There were a handful of students around this afternoon working on papers, but it was pretty much a ghost town.

I started reading Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon on the train this morning:

A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood, and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.

Off to a good start, yes?

And now begin the two weeks I have been waiting for! No school, no work, nowhere to go and only a few people to see. I look forward to hours and hours of reading time with breaks for yummy food, exercise, and blogging of course! Let the book reading binge begin!