Чтение

Медленно читаю - где-то на половине :( немного цитат-описаний персонажей книги

Cormac Mccarthy - blood meridian or the evening redness in the west

The necklace of human ears he wore looked like a string of dried black figs. He was big and rawlooking and one eyelid sagged where a knife had severed the small muscles there and he was furnished with gear of every class, the fine with the shoddy. He wore good boots and he carried a handsome rifle bound with german silver but the rifle was slung in a cutoff bootleg and his shirt was in tatters and his hat rancid.

There were slashes of white paint on the cheeks and there were chevrons of paint above the nose and figures in dark red paint under the eyes and on the chin. He was old and he bore a healed lance wound just above the hipbone and an old sabre wound across the left cheek that ran to the corner of his eye. These wounds were decorated their length with tattooed images, perhaps obscure with age, but without referents in the known desert about.

they had lived all their lives in a wilderness as had their fathers before them. They’d learnt war by warring, the generations driven from the eastern shore across a continent, from the ashes at Gnadenhutten onto the prairies and across the outlet to the bloodlands of the west.

Немного читерю - прочитал уже где-то треть первой книги.

Из своего прошлого опыта я знаю, что мне не следует читать 2 книги одновременно. Дело даже не в том, что у меня не хватает места на диске, а в том что мне нравится погружаться психо-эмоционально в одну историю и не перебивать это ничем иным. Чем больше времени я получаю на то, чтобы залипнуть и побыстрее прочитать книгу, тем лучше мой опыт.