Ugh, all that crap about my urinary tract and peeing in leaky cups has got to get off the top of the blog.
Um. Um. How do you follow a diatribe like that up?
[I've sat on the above sentences for 24 hours now. Following it up was really, really stinking hard]
OK. OK. Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood. Bought this last Friday as a wee treat, finished by Sunday. Enjoyed is probably the wrong word - there's some very disturbing content, but I think it's a wonderful, thought-provoking commentary on modern day issues set in a dystopian future. I'm still not sure I get the ending; going to have a bit of a re-read and then plunge on with the next in the series. I really want to recommend it to P, but I think he'll reach the child exploitation bits and freak with horror.
I also picked up a copy of I, Claudius by Robert Graves. I have listened to this on audiobook before - I forget who narrated it but he has a very distinctive tone and I'm very much enjoying him as my mental narrator as I slurp up the words on the page. It's just interesting, that's what it is. I haven't read that much about the Roman Empire post-Caesar and I love a bit of intrigue and scheming so this is perfect for 10 minutes pre-sleep reading. Livia is a nasty firecracker and I love it.
What else, culture-wise? I'm going to see Hollie Smith perform this Saturday. Yup. That's probably about it.
That's right - I have had Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell (Susanna Clarke) sitting on my bedside table for an aeon. I was reading Julia's archives the other day and she mentioned that while she felt like she should enjoy it, she just couldn't get through it. I have had this exact experience with Jonathan Strange. I even took it to the bath a few weeks ago and, well, gave up again afterwards. If I can't get into a book in the bath then there's something seriously wrong. To be fair, when a book is that hefty it isn't ideal tub material...but I'm usually still willing to cut it a break.