Reading Gore In Heat

Hello there. Hope you're feeling well today.

So.I've finished this.

Really Not Worth The Effort

I had mentioned before that this was the most dull book I'd read in a long while. Not dull in this sense of too intellectual. Just plain dull.

A lot of this novel is just men talking. For a novel on American political life some were real people, others could have been real people but in all honesty I could not be bothered in the first place.

This was the novel as a sleeping pill....which was a problem.

For I was outside my daughter's school on the penultimate day of term. You could tell it was the last week before the summer holiday's by virtue of the fewer number of cars of parents waiting for their kids.

Let me tell you that there is few things worse for the reader than having to continue going through a book he/she dislikes knowing that there was nothing else to do until the children came out (I say children one of the most disconcerting things about secondary school kids nowadays is that those in their later years are taller and seemingly more confident than you).

Partly due to the continuing and freaky hot weather in Wales (which was so hot my T-shirt was feeling wet at the back) and the book I really felt like nodding off. But I couldn't of course, just in case daughter was embarrassed. I tell you though it was close.

So my advice to readers on this book is this. Don't bother reading it. And if you've been blackmailed into doing so. Don't read it on a hot day whilst you're doing the school run.

Until the next time.

So The Thing I Can't Do In Bed......And Other Things To Do With Reading Including A Bit Of Gore

Hello there. Hope you're feeling well today.

This morning I woke up early (again) around four o'clock but for reasons I can't say today I was unable to go into the living room and either watch the TV or go on the laptop. So what could I do? I decided to try again what I haven't done in a while.

Read in bed.

No point in going online. I saw the news yesterday. This country seems to be run by a government and a Prime Minister in the form of a nervous breakdown.

Unfortunately I couldn't do it. I've never understand those scenes where somebody is engrossed in a book propped up in bed. I can't do it. My back starts to go into knots. I get uncomfortable.

I just can't do it.

Must admit it doesn't help that one of the books I'm reading, 1876 by Gore Vidal is something I'm not enthused about so far. I've reached almost halfway and I can't say I've read a more dull book in a long while. When I say dull, I don't mean that intellectually it's beyond me (and regular readers will know I'm not afraid to say when that's the case) but that very little actually seems to happen. I hope that it's not going to be one of those novels where everything including the kitchen sink is thrown.

Went to the library today. This was the book I got.

Simon Beckett - The Restless Dead

Now this seems to have an interesting link. It's set in Essex where I was in exile earlier in the month to look after my mother. And the covering blurb says that Mr Beckett (who I've never read before) has "forensic detail to rival Kathy Reichs" whose life was the basis for the TV series Bones which I became a fan of when I returned from hospital after seeing my mother.

Connections eh? Never watched it in bed though.

Until the next time.