|FUCK YEAH, BOOKS AGAIN, VIA|
I'm a book whore. Will read and reread over and over and I love to get my sticky mitts on something new. A friend recently suggested I get hold of the short stories of Haruki Murakami. Wow, these were seriously emotive and just beautifully composed. After reading them I spent a few days all horrendously introspective and, y'know, DEEP. I felt incredibly disjointed and weird afterwards; next time I'll dole out the stories one by one instead of swallowing the collection whole like a glutton. I don't think I've felt that unsettled since I read The Bone People. You don't get that from a Marian Keyes novel, let me tell you (I'm not bashing Keyes or Murakami or, indeed Keri Hulme - I read and enjoy them all in different ways).
All in all a lengthy way of saying I'm looking for some new booky inspiration for my trip away this week. Tomorrow evening we're on a plane to Croatia; very much looking forward to it. I've got my fingers crossed for some sunshine as we are hopping on a boat for a substantial chunk of the trip. I'm not the most seasoned of yacht passengers, that's for sure. I will do my level best to keep the vom under control - wish me luck!
Please excuse my bloggy absence for the next week; I shall return with hopefully abundant tales and pictures of interesting people and places.
In the meantime, lay your fave holiday books on me...