Well, I'm off for Raya.
I think I'll be able to claim extra reading time even amidst the nosy distant relatives and noisy brat cousins. No internet or cellphone access helps a lot.
I'm packing a Raymond Carver, a V.S. Naipaul, a Barbara Kingsolver, and maybe that Karen Armstrong book that's gathering dust for almost a year now. Will also be finishing Allen Kurzweil's The Grand Complication, which is like a Da Vinci Code with librarians and (much) better prose. Even the obligatory French chick is there.
Anyway, I don't know what all the fuss is about meeting relatives and going back to your hometown. Give me solitude anytime.
Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya, folks. Out.