Hello all, again it has been a while. I seem to be a feast or famine kind of blogger, but I am getting internet in my flat (finally!) which will make my life an awful lot easier, and my blog a lot more content-filled.
I decided to do a quick round-up review of the books I read on holiday as it has been a few weeks now. I had a wonderful holiday, and lots of much-needed relaxation was enjoyed. The first week was pretty hot (averaging 44°C some days), and I struggled to concentrate whilst I was acclimatising. The second week was moderately cooler and much more bearable (about 39°C) and allowed me to up my reading speed.
I am slightly ashamed to say I only read 4 books on holiday, in fact, arguably only 3 as the third was finished on my return. My boyfriend will never let me live down the fact that he read more books than I did. On his list were James Kelman’s How late it was, how late, Juan Pablo Villalobos’ Down the Rabbit Hole, Jo Nesbø’s Headhunters and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. And he even had time to start on Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
I started with the epic (in size and yarn) Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts, and to be honest, if we’re going by page count, I definitely read more. But that’s by the bye…I’m not bitter, I know it wasn’t a competition. But still…