Another non fiction book today – a memoir of a surgeon who’s life was tragically cut short due to cancer. I was prepared for this to be quite depressing, instead it shows what an articulate and thought provoking man, Paul Kalanithi was. Goodness knows what this man would have achieved if he’d lived.
Not the most cheerful of books to end the week with, but one that seems to be incredibly poignant in the present climate. Here the author chooses a randomn day in the year and examines ten young life’s that were destroyed by gun violence in a 24 hour period.
This beautiful blue book has been my reading companion this week. At any other time I would probably say this is just as beautiful on the inside, but my head is still not straight and finding it hard to deal with all the sub plots of this book.
Certainly the premise of the book is attractive; a man that has collected numerous things that he has randomly found and the stories behind these. But for now, I will continue the best I can with this with the notion that it is something I will reread at a later stage when my head is a little clearer.
Oh, Ali Smith, how much do I adore thee? Especially when your books have amazing covers such as this one. I’ve read so much of her stuff at late, after falling in love with Autumn and she seems to be getting me through this tough patch called life at the moment, so I can’t complain. Even though I sometimes scratch my head when she muranders off from the subject matter and I can’t quite understand the context, I still think she’s a mighty fine writer and I like a writer that challenges me!
This is one of the shortest books I’ve read of hers, but it does what it says on the tin, a tale of a girl meeting a boy and I have a sneaky suspicion that it’s a retelling of a Shakespearean tale – what more could you ask for?
So it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m not sure why. My reading habits have been all over the place the last couple of months. It’s funny how life imitates art.
I had a wonderful evening the other week; a fabulous meal at a vegetarian restaurant, followed by an evening at the newly refurbished Beeston library to see Eimear McBride in conversation. My previous history with Eimear was attempting and failing to read ‘A Girl Is A Half Formed Thing’, so I was a little unsure of how or what I would get out of the evening. However I was intrigued, as I am with most writers, what makes them tick and hearing Eimear explain her thought process on how she writes (a stream of consciousness, with the written word emulating six different thoughts at once) was enough to see me purchase her second novel, The Lesser Bohemians.
I think it’s fair to say that this novel is not my normal type of read. However, I do appreciate Eimear’s different approach on using the English language and the fact it covers taboo subjects. I also think as an avid reader it’s good to step out of your comfort zone and read about things that otherwise you would shy away from.
So, for my train journey to Newark, I managed to read a whole chunk of this book and although the text was a little uneasy to read at times, hopefully I will continue with this to the end.
So another Poldark novel beckons, the ideal companion to get lost within, especially when you are sharing a tram with Mr Tappy Foot and Mr & Mrs Get A Room. This is the 11th book in the series and details when the Poldark family move to Paris. It does make me wonder how far they will go with the TV series and if they will film the complete set of books. Only time will tell, I guess!
Ah, book ten of the Poldark saga (only 2 more to go!) kept me busy on a train ride to Lincoln. There are such wonderful books to get lost in and cure a book draught where nothing else feels right. I’ve now resigned myself to the fact I won’t find anything else suitable until I finish this series!
This one has been set on my tbr pile since last year, waiting for that right moment to begin. I anticipated it was going to be another A Little Life, but unfortunately it wasn’t to be. The time of my commute told me that I wasn’t very attached to the characters; an immigrant and an ex soldier, nor his background story and the fact they fall in love. So it was with sadness I added it to the Oxfam pile. Beautiful cover though.
There is something about the characters in the Poldark saga that no matter what happens you want to come back time after time. Winston Graham is certainly a craftsman in creating this world and although this one is more of a filler type book for the series it still paves the way in building the tension for the rest of the books thereafter.
These books are incredibly good at drawing you in – ideal for any commute and I’m currently pacing myself with the rest of the series as I’m not quite sure what I will do when I come to the end of the books.