My Incurable Addictions
On Friday I (very unfortunately) had to take a library book back and I spotted there was a sale on in the basement so I just thought I'd take a look. I bought four books (as if I haven't got quite enough already): NO ONE WRITES TO THE COLONEL by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, THE LAST RESORT by Alison Lurie, THINKS...by David Lodge and Janet Frame's autobiography AN ANGEL AT MY TABLE.
I also borrowed two library books: the fascinating CONSCIOUSNESS by the late Jeffrey Gray (which I had started a few weeks ago before someone had the audacity to request it back) and also BLINK by Macolm Gladwell (mainly because of Debra Hamel's recommendation).
The fiction turned out to be international (which pleased me). I dipped into the autobiography and found that Janet Frame is from Chief Biscuit territory of Dunedin in New Zealand so I am looking forward to that having had a taste of the place from CB's blog and also her very evocative short story. I also started a couple of non-library books: Jill Dawson's WATCH ME DISAPPEAR which has an incredibly pacy start, and dipped into a little poetry - CLAIRE by Marly Youmans which I loved (more on these later).
I have been endeavouring to make a little order in my life. I am sure there are enough hours in the day for me to do everything (including my beloved blogging) and get a decent night's sleep (very much lacking recently) if I could just be a bit more disciplined. I think I'm getting there...