I don't read enough. My finished books table is a tragedy.

So I felt bad for reading Reader's Digest shite at mum's this weekend, because I can't put a 200-page version of A Tree Grows In Brooklyn up, can I. I should be reading proper books. I should finish Flee the Angry Strangers and start the new Banks. I should finish a few books I've got lying ( Read more... )

The other day, I accidentally read a recent novel by a Young Male Norwegian Author, in this case Heine T. Bakkeid. Books by YMNAs tend to be about sex, booze, drugs, alienation and suicide. Maybe some troubled love gets thrown in, or other issues such as obesity, more or less questionable love interests or quasi-philosophy. Sometimes they're mildly ( Read more... )

Spent Christmas at my mum's, re-reading entirely too many rubbish books, including but not limited to Reader's Digest versions of various classics such as Budd Schulberg's The Harder They Fall, but very few worth mentioning ( Read more... )