Since I stopped driving to work and started getting the train, I have downloaded Audible (recommended by a friend) so I can read books on the go – without bumping into things or getting books wet if it’s raining. I have never listened to books before, not since my mum played me and my sister those read along magazine tapes when we were kids. I was a bit dubious. But I have to say, I am a convert. I have been able to listen to some really amazing books, some of the narration has been brilliant. You get really sucked in; like watching a film or seeing a play, and it really makes it all come alive. My favourite book I have listened too so far is The Twelve by Justin Cronin – and I was able to listen to it before the paperback came out, so didn’t have to get the hardback and then lug it around with me everywhere. I literally could not stop listening to this, and missed bus stops/was late for work/spent unsociable lunchtimes at my desk with my headphones in (don’t talk to me !) to get through it. It was a very similar story with Doctor Sleep by Stephen King which I have just finished. But my favourite narrator was Imogen Church, who read Kiss Me First by Lottie Moggach. The book itself was quite meh but she is a really talented actress and her narration really elevated the story. Check it out if you get the chance. Continue reading
Recently I moved all my books from one room to another. This has made me realise that I have a lot of books. 4 boxes worth to be exact. They take up 2 bookshelves plus several piles and also others dotted around my house in various places. The good thing about the book move is that I have found loads of books that I had forgotten about that I am now planning to re-read. I am especially looking forward to Cloud Atlas (as the film is coming out soon), The Passage (ahead of reading The Twelve) and one of my favourite books ever, In Cold Blood, which I try to read every year, as I constantly notice different things in it. So I guess all the lugging around of boxes was worth it. Now I just have to decide whether to bother putting them in alphabetical order.
My girls and I have a bi-monthly book club we have been doing for about 3 years. We started with the best intentions, and some of the books have been really enjoyable (Jeff Longs The Descent has been my favourite). However, what began with quite ernest discussions about racism in To Kill A Mockingbird in 2009 has now become a cursory exchange (- Have you read the book? – Yeah, it wasn’t bad. -Cool, you want some wine?) We now affectionately call it book/wine club (the boys just call it wine club) and we are definitely more concerned with what we will be eating (and will there be cake?) than pulling apart the narrative, and what is the theme and what was the author feeling when they wrote this? Continue reading