I read his Remains of the Day, as I picked it up in the airport store on the way to Brasil. I got there and spent a rainy national holiday in my hotel room with little to do but read everything I had. I read every article in the Economist and the New Yorker and then vacuumed my way through the Ishiguro. It was enjoyable, especially as I'd recently seen the movie with Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson. I also plowed through Gone with the Wind, a worm eaten edition that I'd picked up at Livraria Kosmos in Rio de Janeiro. It was about 1100 pages. There were films at nearby cinemas, but sadly even the American ones were dubbed into Portuguese (which I was still learning). Instinto Selvagem (Basic Instinct) was in the theatres, but I didn't think I'd get it, so I stayed inside for a marathon reading session. That, and the nightly telenovelas, kept me occupied.