All wrong

There was a beautiful sunrise this morning. The sky looked all pink and biblical. I think of skies like that as biblical because they look like the illustrations in a book of old testament stories I won as a Sunday school prize as a child. Still, much as I admired the natural splendour and all, I couldn't help thinking that the circumstances were all wrong.
I mean sunrises like that should be about getting up early when you're at the beach and watching it come up over the sea, or the conclusion to an intense all-nighter. They should not be the back drop to your morning walk to catch the 7:46 train.
Anyway the Winter Solstice has gone, so the days are drawing out again so hopefully Nature will not get many more opportunities to remind me how mundane my life has become.
Sigh!
So I have also been thinking about book reviews. I was reading one of a John Waters biography at Popmatters and wondering why I do it. I mean interesting review, enjoyed it. But I do not have the slightest intention of buying or even reading the book. Yet a very good proportion of the time I spend on the web is spent reading reviews of books and movies. And the other day I took the Journal of Pacific History to tea to read the reviews in that.
In the film Metropolitan (v.good film BTW), Audrey and Tom have an argument about the failure of Mansfield Park due to the essential unlikeability of Fanny Price. Tom bases his argument on Lionel Trilling's views and admits that he has never actually reading the book. He states that he only reads literary criticism and thinks that's a better way to go.
Which is a really fatuous view, but I can't help wondering if I am getting to the same point myself.