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).
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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.
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?
Continue reading “The Bumper List of Books 2019”
… 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.
Continue reading “Coraline by Neil Gaiman (A review…)”
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, 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.
 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.
I 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”