As of this morning, I finished my 11th book of the year. I’m trying to vary lengths so I don’t ‘cheat’ with short books only.
So far, I’ve read:
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – in two days, on an island.
The Lacuna – in a little more than two days, back to reality.
The Slap – I’m still calling this one ‘The Bitch Slap’.
A Very Private Gentleman – quoted here.
I Was Amelia Earhart – which took me a little over an hour here.
Warm Bodies – which resulted in maybe not so weird dreams and prompted another library experiment.
Summer Crossing – which took me back to my University workshops.
The Boy in The Striped Pyjamas – which sat on my shelf for years, and took two days to read.
The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective agency – Recommended by my mother, who didn’t tell there were so many cows in the book. Cows and tea. And quiet humour. And no, I have not read Agatha Christie.
The Help – recommended to my by everyone and their sister, which I ended up reading as part of the SITS book group this month. I rationed my reading of this one, so it would last longer.
Aloft – Perfectly pitched, dry suburban drama set on Long Island. Made me want to fly.
What’s next? Any more suggestions?