Not that I ever stick to a plan, but this is what’s on the TBR shelves at the moment. As well, there are assorted Thrush Green novels but I’ve only read the first and I don’t have the second, and of course I have to read them in order.
- Nos4R2 – Joe Hill – I started this over Christmas but I’m not really enjoying it. I can’t tell if that’s down to the pick up, put down way I was reading, the fact that I was ill, or that the story isn’t working for me. It’s reminding me of Lauren Beukes’ The Shining Girls, which I also disliked, so that’s not helping.
- The Financial Lives of the Poets – Jess Walters. There’s a bookmark sticking out of the very middle of this. I was finding the narrative voice a bit full on and unappealing, and also characters doing any kinds of drugs and describing the effects on them gives me the major snores. Unless it’s de Quincey. I’ll give it another go because I really liked Beautiful Ruins.
- Number 9 Dreams – David Mitchell. Bought on recommendation from Zool at Blackwells, and supposed to be Christmas reading until Christmas was hijacked by the never-ending cold.
- The Old Wives Tale – Arnold Bennett. Heard about Bennett on that R4 book programme and tracked this down.
- The Goshawk – T.H. White. Bought after I finished reading H is for Hawk. Like everyone else last year.
- Station Eleven – Emily St John Mandel. Marcy raved about this to me and I’d never heard of it. Since then, of course, I’ve read at least a couple of great reviews and wondered how I missed it. Hat tip to Marcy!
- Mrs Hemingway – Naomi Wood. This has been kicking around on the edges of my notice ever since Naomi Wood was at Stories Aloud.
- Tom Jones – Henry Fielding. One of my Blackwell’s monthly books that is as yet untouched.
- The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy – Laurence Sterne. Ditto.
- Slowly Down the Ganges – Eric Newby. Found at a second hand book stall on a terribly rainy Bank Holiday weekend.
Did I ever finish The Faerie Queen? No, I did not. Going on holiday in September delayed progress, and then I reorganized a few shelves and couldn’t find it for a bit. By which time, I’d lost momentum. I still really want to read it, though, so I’ll aim to get back to my ‘as many quartos as I can at the weekend’ approach. Maybe my new year’s morning weekend ritual can be: make ginger tea, 10 minutes meditation, a bit of The Faerie Queen.
Then there’s Proust, the perpetual elephant in the room. Sigh. In fact, I’m giving up making any commitment to Proust, while I try to figure out my own peculiar reluctance to vol 3 when vols 1 and 2 were great. It’s either that, or book a weekend in which that’s all I do, in the aim of cracking vol 3… which is actually not a bad idea… hmmm.
So that’s, what, Jan and a bit of Feb taken care of? I shall try not to buy any new books until I’ve finished these (Proust excepted), then I can go on a major binge in February. I win!