Good books and good friends
I seem to have broken the habit of "blogging" this month. Posts have been few and far between. Part of it has been the glorious weather, constantly tempting me away from my PC and into the garden. Today it rained, which perhaps explains why I'm here at all.
In part though it's also been because of the swelter of great books. A proof copy of Kathryn Fox's Malicious Intent arrived on 15th July. I made the mistake of starting it then and there. Thirty six hours later the weeds in the garden were taller and the dust on the shelves a day and a half older, but the book was finished. I'll do a proper review nearer publication time - in September I think - but I'll put a marker down now: I couldn't put the book down.
And as soon as I'd finished that one, I got stuck into My Sister's Keeper by Judi Picoult, which is this month choice for our book club.
And, of course, I have finally started the reading in preparation for the OU course I'm doing next year. I'm enjoying re-reading Ian Watt's The Rise of the Novel, which I don't think I've read since doing my A'levels, and that was scary number of years ago!
