For those of you in sunny England at the moment I do hope you’ve all had a spanking weekend basking in your gardens/outside the pub. I for one feel like I’ve made at least SOME headway with my strawberries and am cringing at the thought of sitting in an office all day tomorrow.
To bat away these murky ponderings I thought I’d spend my evening revealing my bookish bits from the past week. To start things off, Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman was a huOge hit with the Manchester Book Club. I was a little concerned that the group would be so enthusiastic that they’d struggle for things to discuss but we nattered away for a good hour and our thoughts have even been featured for online magazine totally4women. Ooo we’re so famous!
Since I decided that we might have a few gaps in our library once we get some shelves sorted, my book buying has reached dangerous new heights. The Peak District is proving to be more of a treasure trove than I realised on the book shop-front and I may start to feel the pinch eventually because, well, I just can’t control myself…
The Bookstore at Brierlow Bar may look fairly unassuming from the outside but inside I was in my element. It seems to be, crucially, a successful independent bookstore still thriving in what could be an absolute disaster of a location. Although on the main stretch into Buxton, I must have driven past this place so many times and clearly you just have to be eagle-eyed or in the know – which Mummy and Daddy Relish luckily were! But enough of that I hear you cry. What did I find lurking here behind all the Phillipa Gregory?!
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner – believe it or not, I didn’t have a copy of this classic. An apparent masterpiece that the book club narrowly missed choosing a few months ago.
A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro – great author, brand new copy.
The House I Loved by Tatiana de Rosnay – I have been flirting with getting this book on and off for months due to some seriously mixed reviews. Is it thought-provoking literature that is going to quench my thirst for Paris or will it be disappointingly beach-booky?
The Lifeboat by Charlotte Rogan – As you know, I’m not a fan of hoohah. Now the hoohah has died down about this I am feeling very intrigued by the premise, particularly following some Titanic-orientated conversations I’ve had of late…
Agatha Raisin and the Wizard of Evesham by M C Beaton – I’ve never seen any of the Agatha Raisin series knocking around before and I won’t deny it, I have always been intrigued by Simon’s guilty pleasure….
Of course, the charity shop also had its weekly pilfering for good measure…
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury – I very nearly had a mutiny on my hands when we failed to pick this one for book group. I thought I better see what all the fuss was about….
First Love, Last Rights by Ian McEwan – This set of short stories by the great man is supposed to be pretty perverse and make for uncomfortable reading. Although that’s not what I’m in the mood for at the moment on balance I thought I should at least own a copy. (Albeit stolen from a library by the looks of things!)
The Dud Avocado by Elaine Dundy – I have been scouring the shops for this book for months, for so long I can only now faintly recall my enthusiasm but I’m sure it’ll all come back to me when I start reading…
Project scarecrow is also now officially underway….I will photograph the final results for your amusement later on this month.
Sunflower by Lubaib Gazir via Flickr