Pah
So I went to this secondhand English-language bookstore on Saturday. I picked up, amongst other things, a book on basic Danish, have been reading through it and then decided to try out some pronunciation lessons via the internets to try sounding out the language. BIG MISTAKE. I just cannot wrap my head around the pronunciation, though I fecking tried.
I weep for how inept I am at non-Romance languages. :'(
(Russian excepted, but that was because my tutor Svetlana was so good at displaying sheer disdain when one failed.)
But anyway! Apart from that bit of weekend fail, I now have in my possession Glue by Irvine Walsh, The Social Contract by Rousseau and The Idiot by Dostoevsky. I really wanted to get a copy of The Brothers Karamazov but alas, couldn't find it. There was an anthology of Kurt Vonnegut literature there, too, but funds did not permit. I shan't forget it, though. >:)
I weep for how inept I am at non-Romance languages. :'(
(Russian excepted, but that was because my tutor Svetlana was so good at displaying sheer disdain when one failed.)
But anyway! Apart from that bit of weekend fail, I now have in my possession Glue by Irvine Walsh, The Social Contract by Rousseau and The Idiot by Dostoevsky. I really wanted to get a copy of The Brothers Karamazov but alas, couldn't find it. There was an anthology of Kurt Vonnegut literature there, too, but funds did not permit. I shan't forget it, though. >:)