A free trial offer for Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited popped up for me the other day when I was picking up a copy of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. So I signed up. I downloaded Childhood’s End and read through it over the weekend. Ten dollars a month, Amazon asks for these “free” books. If I can get a few novels I’ve intended to read over the years read because of this service, that might be nice. I’ve already got a few lined up and have been reading at least an hour a day.
There seems to be a lot of dollar “steamy sex with a thing” novels available for free on this service.
My son’s undoukai, Sport’s Day, was this past weekend. During the hours I watched him there, most of that time was spent watching him sit. Which is more interesting than seeing him run around. He does that every day. Seeing him sit and watch, or not watch, the other students perform is much more interesting. What kind of person is he? Does he talk to his friends while watching? Does he just pay attention like the Very Good Little Boy the teachers hope he will be? Or does he ignore it all with reckless abandon? Much more interesting than seeing which child can run the fastest.
Childhood’s End left me feeling surprisingly free. It had a “the universe is big and how significant are humans and what we do?” taste to it, as well as a “would we still create if we have no struggles?” spin. I wonder about the assumption that we would not. That we’d need to create artificial struggles to try to rebel and keep on creating. Then again, my games haven’t been progressing much as of late and I’m well aware of my own struggles. But there was this, albeit brief, realization of how what I do both does and does not matter. And I can do. So I shall.