So in the meantime, I'm reading. All sorts of things. Here's a snapshot from the last few weeks:
It's kind of all over the place, really, but I guess in some ways it's a snapshot of me. There are kids' books in there partly because I write for kids and partly because I have a new nephew and partly because I like to keep up with what my daughter is reading. There's poetry in there because I am, or have been, a poet, and somewhere in the midst of all the skateboards and the exploding hoses and the difficult, demanding ducks, that side of me has slipped quietly away. And I need to have it back. The adult books are mostly recommendations from friends - thanks to Julia Lawrinson for The Vintner's Luck, which I finally got around to after only five years. And Art & Fear is there because, well, you know.
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I'm only reading one book at the moment and I feel like I've been reading it since 1952. Don Quixote. The first part was good but the second part is getting very magic pudding-esque for, no matter how many chapters I read, I still seem no closer to the end
ReplyDeleteYou know, I've never actually read that, Squib. It's the kind of book, like Moby Dick, which I imagine I've read because it's so much a part of the landscape somehow. But I should read it, and Moby Dick, too. And not so much We Are All Made of Glue, though it's too late for that now.
ReplyDeleteYou can borrow my copy, Meg. I should be finished in another three years
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