A wonderful thing

I'm not quite back to blogging as normal, as I still don't have the internet at home. I have my fingers crossed for next week.

In the meantime, here comes another handful of stray bookish thoughts drifting across Christina's mind:

One of the most wonderful things about reading is that sometimes, sometimes, you are hanging out with a friend, and mention something you've read, and they know what you are talking about. Suddenly, you have just that much more common history, that many more esoteric references. This happened to me last week, and it was an absolute delight, but I'll get back to that.

Common interests in reading and film have always been important to me, but over the last few years I've become increasingly distrusting of other people's ability to judge my tastes. I have books recommended to me often. Friends, relatives and customers all think they know exactly what I want to read (usually, they think I want to read whatever they happen to enjoy reading). I don't very often come across people whose recommendations I trust. (V, I love you for your unfalteringly good suggestions!)

Last week I attended a philosophy conference in Sydney with a few friends. I've begun to think of the whole week as an exchange of ideas. The philosophical debates went back and forth, and I enjoyed that, but I equally enjoyed the conversations about the books, films and TV shows we loved. We exchanged must-sees and must-reads. For the first time in a long time, I'm actually looking forward to tackling some fiction that has been recommended to me.

That's what friendship is for.

I remember exchanging 'homework' with friends in high school- "I'll watch this if you read that..." I really must get back into the habit. Perhaps I'll even end up less niched.