I got a couple of books for Christmas and I bought myself a few more, BUT I’m not supposed to read them yet because I have to finish the #wip and I have a sewing project that needs to be finished and another one that needs to get started. But, I’m excited to read these three when I’m done. I already read A Time Of Torment by John Connolly because Charlie Parker is on my list of #celebrityboyfriends
It’s a toss-up between these which is next, after finishing the awful hilarity that was The Fireman by Joe Hill. Am leaning towards The Birds since I think that Marisha Pessl has probably written another (even though it was her first) riveting read. I all but lost myself in The Night Film.
Enjoying a break from the heavy heavy with this fun little nugget, even though I, apparently, don’t read romance. It’s more life than romance, though, quite witty. Thumbs up.
Had to give over The Fireman for a bit as I’m part of a fabulously and somewhat dauntingly intellectual book club comprised mostly of uni professors and we read “stuff”. It was actually my mum who recommended this book and it’s great. Very descriptive and super interesting.
So I had to put away Dirk Gently in favour of The Long Dark Tea Time, and now I’ve given that over in favour of the newly released The Fireman by my buddy Mr Joe Hill. It goes without saying that it’s fucking fabulous and that even less laundry will be done until I complete the entire 747 pages.
Something I’ve been trying to work through in between having to get out of bed and when Husband insists I turn off the bloodly light, is “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency” by Douglas Adams. I nabbed it at my local because I had already picked up “The Long Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul” and apparently they go together. Anything with tea, I will give a going over. This is not what I usually read, but “The Fireman” by that rock god otherwise known as Mr Joe Hill is only out yesterday and I’m picking up my copy when I go and pay homage at the bookstore next week. OMG.
Frankly, I haven’t been reading much lately because I find it hard to read and write at the same time – if I’m reading then I will own that shit until it is done, whether I stay up all night or merely ignore the laundry during the day, that’s how I roll. Go hard or go home. Therefore, I have a sizeable stack awaiting my adoring gaze.
Other things in the pile are the Chess Putnam series by Stacia Kane, the first two in the Outlander series and a bunch of other cook things that I didn’t get a picture of the spine of. So there you go.