I don’t often write about my reading on here. I tried my hand at reviews, didn’t like doing them, so stopped. I think because for ages and ages I was a librarian all I did all day was talk to people about books and I didn’t want to do it here. I think that’s worn off now, and I’m having fun with my time to read again.
Since finishing Cold Light I’ve been reading The Accidental, by Ali Smith (again) and Sherlock Homes stories, and Skating to Antarctica by Jenny Diski (third or fourth time) and short stories by Ailsa Cox (The Real Louise, and Other Stories) and Black Rock by Amanda Smyth and I’ve just started reading Brighton Rock by Graham Greene. I am looking forward to reading The Leaping by Thomas Fletcher and my friend Zoe Lambert has a short story collection out soon and I am looking forward to that too. I have also read How Fiction Works by James Wood and The Borrowers by Mary Norton and Stig of the Dump by Clive King (the two last books were my favourite books in the world when I was little along with The Brothers Lionheart by Astrid Lindgren)
I really, really like Skating to Antarctica. I like how she mucks about with facts and true things, novels and autobiographies. Mainly I like reading about how much she wants to be in a white room, with white walls and white bedsheets and nothing to look at or do but white. Every time I read it it makes me think yes, that is exactly how it is. I want to write a book that makes people do nothing except sit very still and nod a little bit. That would be plenty.