I love to read.
At most times, I am reading a lot of different things all at once. Right now I am reading peace and reconciliation theory at work. Actually rather interesting, but since the coffee has not quite kicked in yet, I am drooping (hence the blogging). With breakfast I try to read this book on the memory of the body, but it has been neglected lately (somehow I prefer talking to my house mates, lord knows why..!). Before bed I am reading Nervous Conditions, a wonderful novel that I am really enjoying. Unfortunately I am always beat when I finally pick it up, so I'll read a few pages and fall asleep. At the bookshop where I also work, I am reading Chicago which is also quite intriguing. I have an ever growing pile of books waiting for me to read them. Even if I live a 100 years, I doubt I will have time to read all I want.
Words are my life. I picture them really colouring my future. I fantasize about doing a PhD on African literature (yes, I know I am being very specific now). I want to write about female African contemporary writers such as Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. But I want to do some sort of border crossing, find writers from other African countries such as South Africa (which happens to be another field of interest).
Next week I'll be going to London for a conference on Nigerian legendary writer Chinua Achebe's novel Things Fall Apart. Present there will be a lot of African writers and researchers, including my new fave, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. How kewl it would be to say hi to her! And perhaps it will set the standard to where I go from here.
All I know about my future is that it will contain a lot of words. Time will reveal how this will come about. My options, as I see them, are these: either I add an MA in publishing to my MA in English literature, OR I do a PhD (preferably on African female border literature).
Oh. And my biggest (?) dream for the future is to have my very own library in my home. I'll sit there in my comfy chair in front of the fireplace, curled up under a blanket, a glass of red wine in one hand, a novel in the other, surrounded by all my beloved books...