All is well at countryside headquarters I’m delighted to report and, apart from feeling like we’re on one massively long holiday and that at some point someone is going to tell us we have to go back to the flat in Manchester, all is relatively serene. It would be rather sickening really were we not still ‘keeping it real’ with our humdrum office jobs in the city. In the meantime any potato planting is strictly limited to the weekends. Just think of the things I can grow when I quit my job to become a full-time writer/painter/flâneur(euse)!
Apart from having our budding lettuces stolen by birds and desperately trying to coax out some cherry tomatoes in our makeshift greenhouse (I’m not going to become a gardening bore, I promise) on the bookish front I am delighted to announce that both the boyfriend and I, after an exhausting March/April, have finally got our reading mojo back. After finishing the fabulous Under The Skin by Michel Faber, the gooduns’ just keep on coming and I’ve finally managed to devour Treasure Island and Hotel Iris (both excellent), and make some starts on Pigeon English, this month’s book club choice, which has gotten off to a very promising start indeed.
Although we still work just as long hours as we ever did, I finally have a bit of a mini-momentum going with the blog, have been catching up with some of you out there after being quiet for so long and am feeling positive that now I don’t have to perch on the sofa or the bed to do any writing, I might actually keep this going (…famous last words…)
In other news, the Oxfam Bookshop in Glossop is proving to be rather dangerous for my poor purse but, in an extraordinary show of self-control, I did manage to limit myself to these three books when we visited last weekend;
White Teeth (Zadie Smith) – I see this book everywhere and have shamefully never read any Zadie Smith. Everyone bookish I seem to know, if they haven’t read this novel, at very least own it. I can now join the club.
Rebecca’s Tale (Sally Beauman) – Post-Rebecca/Du Maurier jitters led me to this sequel. It has been sat on my Amazon wish list for ages (which I tend to use just to chart my book desires, not to fill Amazon’s pockets even further thankyouverymuch)
The Year of the Flood (Margaret Ashwood) – It’s Margaret Ashwood, what more can I say? I don’t really feel like I’ve read enough of her at the moment to be a particularly Literary Relish.
To my delight we also discovered the sweetest secondhand bookshop off the main stretch. As I find with most treasure troves like George Street Books, I was simply far too overwhelmed to leave with anything first time around but, come the next rainy weekend we get, something tells me that we’ll abandoning the fields for the fiction aisle…
So overall things are as busy as usual. We made the effort to go and see Christopher Sergel’s stage adaptation of To Kill a Mockingbird which, once you grow accustomed to the odd (though very authentic) accents, was great and I’m off to a blogging event run by Kate Feld of The Manchizzle on Tuesday. Hopefully you will all see an instantaneous transformation as I learn how to be a real professional and Literary Relish becomes a truly slick operation. (Ha!)
What have you all been up to whilst I’ve been rediscovering my books? Although it may be just a phase, I’m feeling a little bored with the look of the blog and have been scouting out there for some inspiration. I’m feeling the Literary Relish of 2013 needs a haircut. Something a little cleaner and more modern. What do you think?