"Hm, hm. J.R.R. Tolkien - it's gone. Kerouac - it's gone. Heller - gone. Kafka, Orwell - detto. I'm returning to Seifert, Válek, Ferlinghetti, I'm quite impressed by Tatarka lately. Once in a while Hrabě, from time to time I browse through Huxley's Brave New World. And I always feel an appetite for Strugacki Brothers' Monday Begins On Saturday."

I do not read too much anymore, unless I can count whatever I find on the Internet (oh, did I notice that I am an Internet junkie? ;-)

And that's in fact it.