Last week, after submitting my essay and before falling ill with I haven't got a clue but all I've done is sleep... will get to that later... I raided my local library.
Some library information - it's a tiny library. There's one massive library on the other side of the city centre to where I live and various smaller libraries scattered around the city. I live in one of the poorest areas in town (actually it's terrible here, the average life expectancy for this city is the lowest in Britain) yet so many people don't take advantage of the free libraries. Actually, I don't think half the people in this part of the city attended enough school to have learned to read or certainly appreciate the joy that can come from reading which is incredibly sobering to think of. Anyway this library is small and usually completely empty except for the odd pensioner reading the paper or student using the computers to check their emails so it makes sense that the selection of books is slightly limited.
I happened across the name of an author I've heard is good - Kate Mosse. I read half of Labrynth but at that point found it quite unreadable. I lost all interest in it. So since I've managed to 'grow into' Terry Pratchett (I found his work to be unreadable as a teenager) I thought I'd give Mosse another go and picked up the book.
I only got as far as page 6! I just couldn't read any further into it... so I chopped and changed before settling on my next book. I was actually quite disappointed that I didn't manage to read any further. So much that I was quite restless for the next hour and attempted to read from the beginning again, but still found it to be unreadable.
I don't know many people who have many books that they just can't read. I have a few. I am due to start the fourth book of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series by Laurel K. Hamilton. The books are incredibly trashy. My exes sister dubbed them the "Slutty Vampire Novels"... and to be honest I think the name fits. I did read somewhere (I think on goodreads) that they get worse part way into the series - apparently Hamilton took a break from her editor and decided that she knew best - fail! So I'm in no rush to pick that series up again.
Eventually I settled on New York by Edward Rutherfurd which (if I have any faithful readers, doubtful yet hope so lol) you may have recognised from the picture of the pile of books on my night stand...
A daunting 1040 pages of historical part-fact-part-fiction. So far so good! But I'm only around 60 pages into it! I have to say that a lot seems to have happened in 60 pages and am looking forward to reading some more. Though in reality I predict that I will put the book down to read something else for a time then return to it. I mean, 1040 pages is a lot! That book won't be able to live in my handbag like other books of the moment. The straps will break!
I'm wondering if other book hoarders have trouble deciding on what to read next, and I am also curious as to how they overcome such obstacles!!
So the past week almost has been pretty unbearable. I managed to read half of Pratchett's The Light Fantastic. I've been in bed for days yet all I've done is sleep. If I have a duvet day my rule is at least one book per day! Not one thin book per week. Yes, I love my bed... because it's where I seem to do much of my reading. Beds should always be for reading and not anything else in my opinion! lol
Finally I want to say hi to Carol and Gina from my favourite group on goodreads who've braved the blogging world! I look forward to reading your blogs in the future and wish you all the best with your literary adventures ^.^
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