Have you ever picked up a book that you were a little ‘meh’ about reading and then been pleasantly surprised by what you read? That is one of my favourite feelings, and I experienced it over the weekend when I read Peter Carey’s My Life As A Fake, another book that was on my required reading list for uni. Not only was the story itself excellent, but the main narrator in the novel happened to be reading Paradise Lost by John Milton, which I’m also reading at the moment too, so I immediately felt a sense of kinship with her. Of course it was a coincidence that I happened to be reading the same book as one of the characters, but I think when little things like happen, it helps you get more emotionally invested in  the story (or something like that anyway). Despite his status as one of the best writer’s Australia has ever produced (being the winner of two Booker Prizes and a Commonwealth Writers Prize), I’ve only read one other of his books, Oscar …