As I mentioned yesterday, watching the Tour de France on tv has killed my regular night reading over the last couple of weeks.
I'm still reading James Runcie, which is a lovely light cosy ( barely) crime novel. It's actually more like an episode of Doc Martin or Heartbeat. Lovely.
I haven't finished a book this week so I though I'd take a tour through the un-read books on my bookshelves. This is motivating me not to buy any books at the moment as I seem to have accumulated another little backlog. (You may remember my "not spending" posts are to remind me we are saving for a trip to Italy next year. We will be off to see lovely Heather-the-travel-agent soon. Exciting).
If you are lying in my bed, you would see a bookshelf opposite.
This is mainly full of framed family photos but also all the unread library books:
There is a shelf on one of them which has book lends from friends and op-shop books.
Maybe some helpful person has read one of them and will push me in a particular direction?
There is also a bag of books and DVDS in the middle of the floor, reminding me to put it in the car to return them to work tomorrow ( my one-Saturday-in-four work day).
This is slightly off topic but a couple of people have asked me if I'm going to read Fifty shades of blah blah....
Well - no.
I have nothing against a good bonk-buster but it has to be well-written.
I would rather re-read the 1980s Jilly Cooper bonkbusters Riders and Rivals, which were very sexy but also funny and a bit romantic. You can find them in most op-shops for a couple of dollars. I loved them.
I looked at Fifty at work last week and the terrible writing made my brain hurt.