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…….oh, hello! If you’re a regular here at Literary Relish and have stuck it out since my faraway house-moving post of the 14th March then thankyou so much for being patient with me and sticking around, if you got bored and disappeared then come back I’m still alive!!! … If you’re a newbie then greetings and welcome to the world of Literary Relish and a long overdue update…
So, in case you hadn’t already had enough excuses – I moved house this month and cooor has it been exhausting! Packing has got to be on my top ten all time list of things I HATE to do. Unpacking anything of any sort (i.e. setting up home, weekly food shop) is highly satisfying but packing up is dull. Apart from the 13 HUGE boxes of books that is!
Oh yes, books. Those things I’m so crazy about and that Literary Relish lives for, contrary to my expectations (thinking – less blog = more reading time) have also been sorely neglected of late. Among the heavy lifting and a nasty bout of tonsilitis how many books did I read? A grand total of three. Three books in an entire month. In fact, make that two, as for the first time in the entire history of the Manchester Book Club, to proudly mark its year anniversary I didn’t even bother to finish our choice, choosing to gift it to a more enthusiastic book group member instead. Shameful.
What didn’t really hit the spot for me? The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier, which in my highly distracted state of mind was nothing special and did zero to capture my attention and imagination. What did prove successful? Two good old classics. Graham Greene is easy to dip into and almost always writes well-rounded, amusing novels; his Travels with my Aunt was a must after reading Our Man in Havana. Finally, if I didn’t succeed with anything else literary this month, at least I finally took the opportunity to read my first Dickens in a very long time; Hard Times (much exalted by Daddy Relish). Apart from some terribly irritating Lancashire dialect to plow through at times (more to follow in a full review soon) this much-lauded classic surprised me with its great wit and (what I imagine was) a very realistic portrait of a northern factory town and the types who resided within it at the time.
Most importantly, where do we put all of these books? Great plans are afoot at Relish cottage, including what we hope will become a great wall of impressive, orange-spined literature a la A Penguin a Week or, perhaps, something like Beauty’s fairytale library (perhaps stretching the imagination there a teensy bit…)
Anyway! Enough of me. What have you all been doing with yourselves whilst I’ve been away from the blogosphere? More reading than me I hope. Has anyone read Under the Skin by Michael Faber. I love Faber but this one is intense and may give me a nightmare or two!