In return for a loan of Mysteries of Pittsburgh, my friend James lent me Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges. A review I read somewhere described Umberto Eco as the only contemporary author to come anywhere near Borges writing style.

Let’s just say that way back when I first read Foucault’s Pendulum (in first year university) I ended up carrying around a list of words to look up definitions for. Thankfully, my vocabulary increased as a result and I can get through Eco and Borges without much trouble.