In which I make a reading list

I haven’t been thinking about much today; I’ve been pedal to the metal writing, (3000 words before lunch! All junk, but eh, who cares;  some of it was good, and it felt great to make something). 

I have been thinking about the books that I want to read, however. I think this has something to do with the fact that I’m not enjoying my current read. It’s teaching me a lot; about what I value in books, about my aesthetic tastes vs Murakami’s, so I’m going to continue for now. I won’t be re-reading it like The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle – it’s just too big.

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The Bumper List of Books 2019

I haven’t done this for a while – I like to make a big list of the books I read or failed to finish in the year gone past and, sometimes, post it on the blog. So, here’s a rough overview of the year’s highlights and the list of what I read or failed to finish. I’ve tried to keep it shorter than last time. I’m not sure I have. HMU with your recommended reads for 2019?

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Coraline by Neil Gaiman (A review…)

… sort of.

There doesn’t seem to be much need for me to review Coraline. Not only am I very late to the party (only seventeen years), but Coraline seems to already have all the critical and popular acclaim it deserves. So, instead of a proper review, I’m just going to be selfish and tell you all the things I liked about it. You’ll have to excuse the fragmentary nature of these, there doesn’t seem to be a natural way to work them together.

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Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

I ‘ve just finished re-reading the above. It’s Very Good.

It makes me simultaneously very happy and very sad. Very sad that Terry is dead, and I’ve read almost everything that he’s written[1], and very happy that Neil is alive and writing and that I’ve not really read much that he’s written.

I suppose I’m honour bound to go and watch the TV show now, aren’t I? Such hardship in these short lives of ours, I tell you.


[1] Although, my memory being what it is (about as watertight as British clouds), there are definitely books I could return to and it would be like reading them for the first time.

The Monster List of Books 2017

bookstackI didn’t manage to read enough during Twenty-Seventeen. Including books I re-read, books I began but didn’t finish, and books I read for the first time, I read a paltry thirty-nine books, which was still somehow more than last year. If you subtract the ones I didn’t finish (nine) I still managed more than last year. A miracle. If only I was ten again. I had plenty of time to read then. Out of school, when I should have been asleep, in school, during Maths… Continue reading “The Monster List of Books 2017”