Two or so years after letting my subscription to The New Yorker lapse – and enduring the paper campaign that ensued, pleading for my return – I recently re-subscribed: thanks, in part, to the prompting by Twitter pals Anna Spargo-Ryan and Mamabook, but mostly because I plain missed it. The picture above is the first…
There can be a sobering element of truthfulness if one chooses to be honest not only about their reading choices, but reading habits. I suppose what I’m saying is that while these ‘What I’m Reading’ posts always do very well (thank you!), and have done so for a few years now, I’ve been starting to…
Read / February 11th, 2013
I took The Marriage Plot with me on our recent holiday, thinking that nine-hours in a plane each way would be ample time to knock it over (Eugenides’s style, among his other talents, I find, is a true pleasure – consequently I read faster). However, I forgot the biggest temptation: in-flight movies, and there were…
Read / January 17th, 2013
I came back from holidays in a bit of a reading lull. While away I was not able to find a nice, fat novel to immerse myself in as I’m usually lucky enough to do, and so upon arriving home felt a little like someone had pressed a ‘stop’ button in my psyche. I questioned…
Read / November 14th, 2012
Vanished Years is Everett’s new memoir – his first, Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins, is recognised as one of the best ever celebrity autobiographies. I’ve not read it, although if Vanished Years is anything to go by I can see why it got accolades. He is bitchy and brutally assessing, to others and of…
Read / October 24th, 2012
Slim pickings, I know. I’ve been listless and out-of-sorts this month; there’s a to-do list that’s getting longer and longer and I get spooked every time I think about sitting down to tick something off. Then at bedtime, when I usually do most of my reading – except I’m not supposed to read in bed…
This is what I’ve read so far this month. What, we’ve only just past halfway? I hear you ask. I suppose that’s the only upside of being laid up in bed for practically all this time. Although, if I’m honest, I’m still making my way through Tender is the Night. My feelings about it oscillate…
Alternate title: What I’m Reading August 2012 – the New York version How much reading did I get done on the plane after all the preparation I went through before leaving? Zero. Nothing. Not unless you could the countless scrolling through the entertainment channels at one’s disposal, reading what movies and television shows were on offer….
In what might seem like a shocking departure to my ordinary monthly reading wrap-up, which is to say I normally post pictures of titles that are prefixed by such phrases as ‘hope to get to‘ or ‘in the pile to read‘, I finished four out of the above five titles. The Sweet Hereafter is…
