I’ve had a tiny break from Twitter this week and have therefore missed that it was World Book Night tonight! Clearly, I don’t take note of anything unless I have absorbed it through the medium of micro blogs and/ or funny pictures. So, in celebration of World Book Night, I thought I would prattle on about a few of the books that I have on the go at the minute. Grab yourself a cushion, a brew and possibly a biscuit. We could be here for some time.
There’s quite a few. Seriously, it’s getting embarrassing. There was a time when I could call myself a one book woman. I could spend the whole summer with Harry Potter and not get bored (in fact, I would prolong my time with Hazza by trying to read reeeeeeally slowly so that the story would stretch on. I was a strange child); I read the entirety of The Lord of the Rings on a long holiday in France avec ma famille some years ago. I was so addicted that I barely did anything else on that holiday. Much to the frustration of my mother who tried to inform me several times that I was being a teenager wrong. She may have had a point… And don’t even get me started on Game of Thrones. I spent the best part of six months reading this mammoth, during which time I flatly refused to acknowledge that any other book existed. How could it, when this one is so perfect? It took me a while to drag myself out of Westeros and visit other made up places in other books. I am very easily sucked into the pseudo realms created by amazing authors and usually feel quite sad when I have to leave it because they stopped writing it.
But these days, I am ashamed to admit that I do stray. One world at a time isn’t enough anymore. I’m hopping all over the place all the time. As is probably evident, I am somewhat of a fantasy nut. I still love fantasy, but now I try to dip into other genres. Since taking up the playwright’s feathered quill (I really want a feathered quill! My birthday is 5th July. Just sayin’), I’ve even found myself engrossed in scripts and listening to audio books. I’ll just say, that scripts can be dangerous, particularly when reading one in a public area. I would not advise skimming through your copy of Ab Fab while supping a large, hot coffee in Costa. Limb control will disappear, drinks will be spilled and people won’t be able to tell if you’re crying because you’ve wasted £2.40 on a drink that has only served to drown your dress or whether you’re laughing hysterically because you are in fact mad. These are true facts.
One of my (many) failings is that, although I love books very much, I am not very good at taking care of them. I’m not what you would call a “neat” reader. All of my books look second or tenth hand the second I get them home. In order to try and preserve my books a little better, I’ve taken to keeping them in one place. I literally deposit books geographically around my life and go to them when I want to read them, rather than carrying a book around with me all the time. Sounds mental? It is a bit but at least my books are staving off the dog-eared look a little longer now….
This is my current “work” book read:
I read this beast years ago, probably at sixth form or uni, I can’t remember which. I recently found it amongst the mountain of books that still need sorting out since I moved. Having recently visited Whitby and braved the “Dracula Experience”, I thought I’d give it another go. FYI the Dracula Experience is truly terrifying. It is a haunted house style attraction, staffed by a bored youth in a hoody at the door (obviously) and actual vampires that crouch in dark corners and there are probably ghosts too. It was very scary. I’d like to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to my cousin Charlotte for being there for me during that dark time. Couldn’t have done it without you lady bro.
I’m really enjoying reading Dracula again. Mostly because its been so long since I first read it that it seems like new. Also, because Stoker describes Whitby so beautifully that I feel like I’m there again, standing over the harbour, breathing in the sea breeze. A lovely lunch time escape from work…
Whitby, December 2013
In stark contrast, my current “coffee table” book is this:
I love this lady. I’m off to see her in July along with a few friends from university. She is so wise and hilarious. Again, this is another one that is not recommended for social reading. I tried to read a passage out to my friend last week. I think I got through half of one sentence before I was blinded by tears of hysteria and joy. This and the involuntary heaving chest and gasping for breath did not do justice to Moran’s wit, but served to entertain my friend all the same. You’re welcome Gem.
And on the foot stool, we have:
… another classic. I keep this beauty by the sofa to cure the depressing lull brought on by adverts of an evening. It could be because I’m a Lancashire Lass, or that I have spent a large proportion of my life watching it, but Phoenix Nights makes me feel all fuzzy and warm. The characters are hilarious and warm and real and I love them all. Plus, I’ve watched it so many times that I can turn to any page and pick up the story straight away. Again, not a social read. Far too much hilarity.
And decorating the random table in the corner of the living room, there is:
The Mighty Book of Boosh and The Pocket Book of Boosh. The same book but different sizes. Just in case. No home should be without at least one of these beauties. If you’re a fan of the boosh, and why wouldn’t you be, you need this in your life. Each character has a chapter and as they are so varied, so is each page. There are lessons to be learnt from Howard Moon in his long and beautifully penned letters; there are excuses to be heard from Vince Noir; there are amusing emails; exciting adventures from Charlie; words of wisdom from the moon; the prolific art portfolio of Ol’ Gregg. The list goes on.
I think that’s all bases covered … oh! I also have Alan Bennett’s monologues in the bathroom. I use them as a measurement of time. I find that one monologue is a good amount of time to spend in the bath. This is approximately 10-15 minutes dependant on bubble density and face mask absorption.
So there we are. There is my book polygamist confession. I’ll just finish with this. While it is varied, the downside to having so many books on the go at once is that it takes so long to finish one of them. It’s tricky to really absorb your brain into one world when there are so many to concentrate on.
But that’s enough rambling for now. I’m off to the coffee table now I think ….