J'aime Paris sous la pluie.

I might go watch The Great Gatsby tomorrow. I read the book for the first time about a year ago, and yesterday I decided to read it again before I see it at the cinema. I just finished it. It’s the first book I’ve finished reading since January. I’ve started Autumn In Peking by Boris Vian twice since then, getting about 30 pages first time, and half way through the second time. I didn’t stop reading because I wasn’t enjoying it, I was, I just haven’t had much motivation to pick up a book recently. I don’t know why. By this time last year I’d read eight books, this year I’ve only read three. I’m in a rereading books mood. I might reread Camus’ The Plague. Or maybe Flaubert’s A Sentimental Education.