Bullet Points and Winter Warmers
Friday January 12, 2007 in books |
- Patrick McCabe’s Winterwood left me sitting in a stunned silence. Stunned because I didn’t really know what to make of it; the book is well written, dark and very disturbing but I’m not sure what it’s done to me. If anything. It’s still slowly sinking in.
- Possibly because McCabe had left me sitting in a trance, I left it too late to vote in the Seventh Annual Weblog Awards. A shame, because there’s a good few blogs that I’d have voted for.
- To get my strength back I’ve started reading Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. I’m racing through it and will probably feel suitably rejuvenated to give a full review soon.
- Goldfinger by Ian Fleming is proving an easy but enjoyable read. I’d describe this type of book at this time of year as a winter warmer. Bond is portrayed as the killing machine who will ruthlessly dispense with someone who gets in his way. With his bare hands – The original Bond I’ve often heard about. It’s funny, but as I’m reading I don’t think Sean Connery but I think Daniel Craig.
- As I always welcome a complete contrast, I’m enjoying reading the Horrid Henry stories with my daughter. Francesca Simon’s a very witty writer, and Tony Ross is one of the best illustrators around. Contrasts, you can’t beat ‘em.