For school I read Umberto Eco's Baudolino. I finnished it last sunday, and it took about a month IIRC. It was quite slow to read. Never really got into it, but I still had to read it, since I read it for school. It's the last novel I had to read for school ever.
Yesterday I started reading another novel, called "En komikers uppväxt" by Jonas Gardell, a swedish gay comedian. The book's englishtitle would be "A comedian's growth". It's about a 12 year old named Juha (a Finnish name, his mother is Finnish) Lindström, who lives in a small suburb to Stockholm in the 70's. The book describes his day to day life, his social life, his work on being liked by his class mates, the hieracy in his class, his best friend Jenny who lives next door to him, and who doesn't have anyone but Juha, and who Juha abandons as soon as some cooler kid comes near. It's a rather sad story really. I can really relate to myself in it, though I had the luck to find my self in better classes than Juha (no bullies in my class, and no uncool friends I had to abandon in order to be seen as cool). It's just my last class where I had no friends. But we were all too old to be bullies at least, so I just felt not needed, not hated.
I just finnished it. As soon as I didn't have the pressure to read I read like I've never read before. Don't think I've read this much since I read Harry Potter and the goblet of fire for the first time (though that book was longer)...
