The trouble with books
If you’ve thought there’s been a lot less sewing going on here lately, you’d be right… And you could blame this stack of books – I am!
The trouble is, when I start a good book I don’t like to do anything else until I’ve finished it, which puts a halt to other creative pursuits. For the record, the best ones were Martin Amis and Iain Banks, although there were a couple of brilliant stories in the Don Delillo collection and the Kurt Vonnegut was a predictably good read. I have a soft spot for Kristin Hersh, so of course I was going to enjoy that one. The jury’s still out on the Mark Haddon one and the Neil Young autobiography was as rambling as his music, although I feel like I have a better insight into what makes him tick.
The good news is that I’ve finished the last one this afternoon so now that I feel like I have my vocabulary back I’ll be able to resume other endeavours!
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