Who's watching the Watchmen? They're watching themselves, of course. After just finishing the Alan Moore graphic novel, I'm nothing but shocked and impressed. It's a work that is exquisitely orchestrated and beautifully delivered. I was not greatly impressed by Dave Gibbons' illustration, to be honest, but I don't really have all that much experience with illustration. I guess Arkham Asylum doesn't really count, because it's so new. I guess for 1987 it's good. Anyhow, it's nothing really to complain about. It was an engaging book that I couldn't put down at all.
Today is also Becca's last day here, before she goes to prepare for her wedding next week. She won't be back, really. At her 'recognition ceremony' for finishing her nursing program, people spoke of the nostalgia of leaving each other behind and the prospect of moving on. She is miles ahead of where I am, that's for sure. We packed up her car, and had salmon and cheesecake. Now we watch Jeopardy. Becca's the one who's good at it, of course.
I got started on one of mom's books before I got the Watchmen and two others at the library. It's a David Baldacci one, supposedly not his usual type--not that I would know; I've never read anything of his. But after I get through that one, and the second Dark Knight and one of the Sandman novels, I don't know what I'll be reading. I've considered throwing in some more classics, like Dickens, or something. Maybe some Camus and Cummings thrown in. Who knows, really? I'll only really decide once I get there. Usually.
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