I've had the good fortune to sneak away for some winter sun
and found myself a quiet corner with a pile of books. So to get my journal
entries off to a cracking start for 2011, I can already claim to have finished The Fountainhead/Ayn Rand – loved it
although a little didactic in parts; That
Summer in Ischia/Penny Feeny of which you will hear more later this year
but enjoyed it; Breakfast at Tiffany’s/Truman
Capote – preparation for our Readers Gathering and as good as I’d hoped it
would be; The Help/Kathryn Stockett
as I felt I needed to know what all the Book of the Year fuss was about and now
I can see why; Hypothermia/Arnoldur
Indridason (nb60) which started
slow but gradually gripped and, finally, just started Annie Proulx’s Close Range for Brokeback Mountain, verdict to follow.
Suspect I’m making myself a hostage to fortune as I’ll
struggle to keep this up but over to you, Mandy!