I eat books. I am actually addicted to books, and reading them. My two giant bookcases are three rows deep. There is a stack by my bed, and in the office. And at least four books on any other free surface in the house. I put them there, anywhere, when deciding ‘what to read next’, and I don’t put them back, leading to quite random clusters throughout the house. Sarge calls me the book-dropper, he can find me anywhere by…
And so, I switch off the computer and my eyes fall on my favourite chair. Currently piled with duvets and a guitar, it is wedged between a loveseat and a laundry rack. A penguin is perched on the loveseat, propped up by pillows and the last publically visible box in the house. This is half of the office. The half I can conveniently turn my back on while typing. But I miss the chair. It started out as my Grandfather’s…
I’m going to add this as a page, but I also thought it could be a post. Some links contain spoilers, but they are there if you want to click them! (Some of) My favourite books: The Crow Road by Iain Banks The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger Great Expectations by Charles Dickens The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini Grace Notes by Bernard MacLaverty Emotionally Weird by Kate Atkinson American Pastoral by Philip Roth Sense…
Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy has made me change the habit of a lifetime. I love the books and the films (so far). I love them equally. This has never happened before. Ever. I am always disappointed with film versions. Or I think that the films are better than the books they started from. (Frida, for example. Moving on.) This time, I am enthralled with both. And it helps that I like series of books. I like them for the same…
