The one good thing about taking a lot of time going to and from work is that I have time to read again.  I have been trawling second hand bookshops, charity shops and table top sales looking for anything interesting.  Of course, 90% is chick lit and Dan Brown novels but occasionally you find something really interesting.

I found another copy of Maya Angelou‘s I Know Where The Caged Bird Sings which I was forced to read at school and again at uni… and which now 10 years later I am reading and it speaks to me in a different way.  I’m still trying to figure out why the caged bird sings but I’m pretty sure I’m getting closer to the answer.

In my other hand I have William Manchester’s The Death of a President which is a meticulous account of the assasination of President John F. Kennedy.  I love historical accounts, I love American history, I love non fiction and I love finding out about the alternative point of view.  It seems that the Oswald shot JFK’ theory has become the alternative view in the maelstrom of theories about a shooter on the grassy knoll or the FBI/CIA/aliens from another planet etc etc did it.

The calm and methodical way he writes the horrific things is numbing for me at the moment and I have stacked up books to continue the effect…  Avoiding?  Me?  Oh very much so.