<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383</id><updated>2011-10-06T16:27:29.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A book a day, or the  year of reading dangerously</title><subtitle type='html'>I set myself a project to read a book a day, every day, for a year!  Read my posts to see how I got on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5640634488037093675</id><published>2009-10-12T12:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:50:53.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Everybody</title><content type='html'>That's the end of my year of reading dangerously. Thanks everybody for all your support! Now for my next project ... wonder what it will be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5640634488037093675?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5640634488037093675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-everybody.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5640634488037093675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5640634488037093675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-everybody.html' title='Goodbye Everybody'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2956606383863217603</id><published>2009-10-12T12:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:29:52.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And so farewell then, loyal readers</title><content type='html'>... as I have finished my 366th book! (I didn't manage to finish 365 by day 365, but I did manage 366 by day 366, so that's still a book a day for (one day over) a year. Thanks to David for mathematical mentoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanterns and Lances by James Thurber - amusing so long as he didn't wander into word lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Italian Folktales by Italo Calvino - very enjoyable (surprisingly so as I don't normally like folk or fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Wasn't Soft by T. Coraghessan Boyle - kind of dark and edgy, it fulfills all the requirements of the short story (even if it was presented as a little book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing the Angel in the House by Virginia Woolf - beautifully written essays and lectures. Feminism from the early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, forgot to add this one: Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume - these must have seemed radical at the time (early 1970s).  Open and honest children's book (quite funny too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2956606383863217603?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2956606383863217603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-farewell-then-loyal-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2956606383863217603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2956606383863217603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-farewell-then-loyal-readers.html' title='And so farewell then, loyal readers'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6914343985178133725</id><published>2009-10-09T13:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:15:39.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Books 360 and 361</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/e/alice-thomas-ellis/27th-kingdom.htm"&gt;The 27th Kingdom &lt;/a&gt;by Alice Thomas Ellis - beautifully written with interesting characters and with humour as well, but with a disappointing ending (to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage, Mr President and Other Stories by Gabriel Garcia Marquez - I normally avoid this author because I don't like magic realism.  However the first 3 stories were enjoyable and stuck (reasonably closely) to realistic possibilities.  The 4th didn't so I didn't enjoy that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had only 4 books to go, but David (who knows about sums) tells me that to achieve an average of one book a day, I have to read 6 by the end of tomorrow (or 5 by the end of today).  Fortunately I still have a collection of very short books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6914343985178133725?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6914343985178133725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-360-and-361.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6914343985178133725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6914343985178133725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/books-360-and-361.html' title='Books 360 and 361'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1785607336351292196</id><published>2009-10-08T17:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:09:24.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to book 359</title><content type='html'>Jill's Pony Trek by Ruby Ferguson - more old-fashioned but funny pony stories for girls.  Worth reading by adults for the funny bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen and I by Jay McInerney - a very short book (a Bloomsbury Quid).  Very dark, about the drug and prostitution subculture in New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1785607336351292196?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1785607336351292196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-to-book-359.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1785607336351292196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1785607336351292196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-to-book-359.html' title='Up to book 359'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1633173164943924912</id><published>2009-10-07T12:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:55:54.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to book 357</title><content type='html'>The Magician's Nephew by C S Lewis: a prequel to the Narnia stories, and one which I didn't really remember.  It fits in nicely when you find out who Digory turns out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fight for Barrowby Hill by Jan Dean: a children's book and one which looks as though it was written for a specific age group.  It suffers because of this, because surely a book should be written first of all because the author has a great story to tell (cf C S Lewis, above, who does have a great story to tell.  Not even his Christian analogies get in the way!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1633173164943924912?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1633173164943924912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-to-book-357.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1633173164943924912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1633173164943924912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/up-to-book-357.html' title='Up to book 357'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5760604420859407668</id><published>2009-10-06T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:04:52.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm glad I don't have a column to write everyday ...</title><content type='html'>because writing about a book a day is a lot harder than reading them! Here's what I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny books courtesy of Kim - The Kiss: a Romantic Treasury of Photographs and Quotes; Women's Wit and Wisdom; The Littlest Book of Scotland; The Paper Bag Princess by Robert N. Munsch; Private Habits by Ivor Cutler. Also two Disney flip books, which I'm not counting - yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandaemonium by Christopher Brookmyre (his new book - exciting, horrifying and hilarious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after Sunset by Stephen King (his latest book of short stories - a great read).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Sketches from a Hunter's Album by Ivan Turgenev (hard-done-by peasants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azazel by Isaac Asimov (amusing short stories, and not really science fiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day ? (the counting has gone awry) - however I'm at book 355 and I've got 5 reading days left, so that's 2 books a day to read.  I can do it if the books are thin enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5760604420859407668?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5760604420859407668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-glad-i-dont-have-column-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5760604420859407668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5760604420859407668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-glad-i-dont-have-column-to-write.html' title='I&apos;m glad I don&apos;t have a column to write everyday ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2490217105312475133</id><published>2009-10-02T13:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:28:58.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecclesiastes, or, The Preacher</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I read this because it has filled a gap in my amazing ignorance of the Bible. I liked the language too (King James authorised version), and it was instructive to learn that this was the source of so many of those sayings we use today eg "all is vanity", and "one generation passeth away, and another generation cometh, but the earth abideth for ever". It's not something I'm planning to read in its entirety again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other book was The Kiss by Kate Chopin, which was a small selection of short stories. I'd never read this author before but her work was amazingly modern (she died in 1904). I'd like to read more of her work; the New Orleans setting is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 358; book 353&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2490217105312475133?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2490217105312475133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/ecclesiastes-or-preacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2490217105312475133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2490217105312475133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/ecclesiastes-or-preacher.html' title='Ecclesiastes, or, The Preacher'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1087396170935412621</id><published>2009-10-01T13:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:22:05.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More short books</title><content type='html'>The World According to Lucy by Charles M. Schulz - I had to sympathise with Lucy, who when she asks why her little boyfriend never calls her cutie and is told "Because I don't think you're very cute," says: "I hate reasons". Sometimes I hate them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of a Feather by Ben Okri - you have to admire the self-confidence (however misplaced) of an author who begins by saying, "It sometimes seems to me that our days are poisoned by too many words" and then goes on with too many words himself for ANOTHER 14 PAGES! Next he writes an essay on story telling. He states that, "The great essays in story-telling are done in stories themselves". Despite this he continues with his essay on story-telling (and not as a story). I might have known I wouldn't like this because on the back it said it was "inspirational" - usually a warning sign for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Model by Anais Nin - ooh, er, missus! Well-written and racy, although you sometimes long for the characters just to have a nice cup of tea instead ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottish Names by Dougal McClintock (the short version given away by The Scotsman) - informative and sometimes witty guide to the origins and meanings of Scottish names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 357; book 351&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1087396170935412621?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1087396170935412621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-short-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1087396170935412621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1087396170935412621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-short-books.html' title='More short books'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1886570973271117780</id><published>2009-09-29T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:38:27.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny's Blues by James Baldwin</title><content type='html'>This was short stories, mainly set in post-war Harlem.  Very evocative of time and place despite being written in a sparse sort of style, but kind of gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon on the Roof was a book of short stories by Terry Jones.  Well-written and amusing but not that gripping (they are childrens' stories though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 355; Book 347&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1886570973271117780?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1886570973271117780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonnys-blues-by-james-baldwin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1886570973271117780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1886570973271117780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonnys-blues-by-james-baldwin.html' title='Sonny&apos;s Blues by James Baldwin'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1137869087102374542</id><published>2009-09-28T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:22:46.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend reading</title><content type='html'>First, thanks to Gil for suggestions in Friday's comments (my own comment facility isn't working). I'll see if we've got those in the library. Thanks also to Jayne for a bag of skinny books - much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett - not boring like I had feared but existential angst in plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esprit du Corps by Lawrence Durrell - having seen Gerald Durrell's viewpoint of his brother Lawrence I wanted to see what his writing was like. This is an amusing account of the post-war diplomatic service. I must try one of his novels though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas by Daphne du Maurier - a clever but rather depressing reworking of the Christmas story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Friends of the Doctor by Isabel Cameron - well written but very dated pre-war fictional anecdotes set in the Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High and Low by John Betjeman and John Betjeman: poems, selected by Hugo Williams - two volumes of Betjeman's verse. He is the master of evocation, using familiar objects to bring out homely settings. Clever and amusing word-play. The end of the poems often have their own existential angst, though, all the more powerful for having had such a cosy setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch Not the Cat by Mary Stewart - I like this author so was pleased to find one I hadn't read before. Slightly dated but not too bad and a well-written mystery. I must try reading My Brother Michael again, by the same author, but set in Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 354; book 345 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1137869087102374542?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1137869087102374542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-reading.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1137869087102374542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1137869087102374542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-reading.html' title='Weekend reading'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8000657639977165871</id><published>2009-09-25T17:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:42:10.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My calculations are out!</title><content type='html'>Turns out I have only 14 days to finish 27 books! Looks like those books will be very short. Here's what I read last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frightful First World War by Terry Deary. Funny and horrifying in equal measures, but poor old Rupert Brooke gets it in the neck again. Posho Rupe seems like an easy target. He's criticised for glorifying war (although most people at that stage of the war thought similarly), and then at the same time he's criticised for not dying a hero's death himself (he died from an infected insect bite). He still wrote some wonderful poetry though and just because it doesn't fit in with today's interpretation of the war, which has the benefit of hindsight, doesn't mean that his poetry cannot stand alongside the anti-war poets like Wilfred Owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read George's Marvellous Medicine by Roald Dahl. I quite liked it, but I think a lot of its appeal to children must be the wish-fulfillment element of admitting that some relatives, even our nearest and dearest, can be quite horrible. Even better is the inflicting of horrible deaths on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 351 (new calculation); book 338 = 14 days to read 27 books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8000657639977165871?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8000657639977165871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-calculations-are-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8000657639977165871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8000657639977165871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-calculations-are-out.html' title='My calculations are out!'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-4859269830148994422</id><published>2009-09-24T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:58:08.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluff your way in the quantum universe</title><content type='html'>I shall, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Slightly disappointing to find out that some of this stuff I had studied in Physics at school.  I was expecting something more sensational ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did like Schrodinger's cat, although apparently Stephen Hawking doesn't.  If he really said this, it's very funny: "When I hear the words Schrodinger's cat," he said, "I wish I were able to reach for my gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked the Double Slit experiment.  Particles or waves?  This will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 345; book 338&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-4859269830148994422?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/4859269830148994422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/bluff-your-way-in-quantum-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4859269830148994422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4859269830148994422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/bluff-your-way-in-quantum-universe.html' title='Bluff your way in the quantum universe'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5649742568221070887</id><published>2009-09-23T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:03:01.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I raid the children's shelves again</title><content type='html'>I read The Five and the Mystery of the Emeralds by Claude Voilier, which is one of those books where an author continues a famous series (in this case the Famous Five).  Not bad, but too modern for the Famous Five I thought.  When I was little I didn't even like those editions of the Famous Five with modern illustrations - I liked the old-fashioned ones with Julian and Dick wearing those swimsuits with tops!  It doesn't fool children when you try to update stories anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 344; book 337&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5649742568221070887?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5649742568221070887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-which-i-raid-childrens-shelves-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5649742568221070887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5649742568221070887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-which-i-raid-childrens-shelves-again.html' title='In which I raid the children&apos;s shelves again'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1381245197614237563</id><published>2009-09-22T12:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:07:45.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne proposes, Mr F disposes ...</title><content type='html'>of his income, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to hear Christopher Brookmyre speak at the &lt;a href="http://www.wigtownbookfestival.com/book-festival-scotland-programme.asp?festivalday=2009-09-26"&gt;Wigtown Book Festival&lt;/a&gt;. (My idea, Mr F's funds). He should be an amusing speaker, and his latest &lt;a href="http://www.brookmyre.co.uk/"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; is out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I have been reading Asterix and the Golden Sickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 343; book 336&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1381245197614237563?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1381245197614237563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/anne-proposes-mr-f-disposes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1381245197614237563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1381245197614237563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/anne-proposes-mr-f-disposes.html' title='Anne proposes, Mr F disposes ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3868703478802758109</id><published>2009-09-21T13:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:16:44.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Harry Hill</title><content type='html'>Didn't like it so much this time though - it was The Further Adventures of the Queen Mum and I didn't find it as funny. Plus nothing could compete with Tim *sighs fondly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Better Than a Rest by Pauline McLynn about Leo Street, who is a Dublin female private detective. Very amusing in parts and an interesting outcome, but I won't be rushing to get the others in the series. Pauline McLynn is the actress who played Mrs Doyle in the Father Ted comedies. She must be multi-talented because she also graduated in History of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Asterix and the Great Crossing (Asterix accidentally discovers America ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 342; book 335&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3868703478802758109?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3868703478802758109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-harry-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3868703478802758109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3868703478802758109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-harry-hill.html' title='More Harry Hill'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1828195450292400969</id><published>2009-09-18T13:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:00:50.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim the Tiny Horse at Large by Harry Hill</title><content type='html'>Another in the ultimate of cuteness that is Tim. This time Fly gets married and Tim is best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 339; book 332&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1828195450292400969?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1828195450292400969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-tiny-horse-at-large-by-harry-hill.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1828195450292400969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1828195450292400969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-tiny-horse-at-large-by-harry-hill.html' title='Tim the Tiny Horse at Large by Harry Hill'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1061768409847122997</id><published>2009-09-17T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:46:07.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim the Tiny Horse by Harry Hill</title><content type='html'>The sweetest book in the world ... ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is a pony so small he lives in a matchbox with a Tic Tac conservatory.  These are his adventures, during which not much really happens but it is all observed with the surreal humour of Harry Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a children's book (supposedly) but I think it would be wasted on the little blighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 338; book 331&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1061768409847122997?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1061768409847122997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-tiny-horse-by-harry-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1061768409847122997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1061768409847122997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/tim-tiny-horse-by-harry-hill.html' title='Tim the Tiny Horse by Harry Hill'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6113482182782957929</id><published>2009-09-16T13:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:19:04.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asterix and Tintin</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Kim for lending me these comic books. I knew the characters of course but had never actually read them. There's a surprising amount of reading in them. My favourite has to be Snowy the dog who "comments" on the action with cute expressions on his face. The fact that Tintin is a boy detective who lives in his own flat seems to be one of those accepted comic book conventions. Asterix was less for children than I had thought - quite a few of the jokes I don't think children would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 337; book 330&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps my Books So Far list isn't letting me add any titles so I must remember to count them in these posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6113482182782957929?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6113482182782957929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/asterix-and-tintin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6113482182782957929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6113482182782957929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/asterix-and-tintin.html' title='Asterix and Tintin'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5322585073737767340</id><published>2009-09-15T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:40:01.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder</title><content type='html'>This is another children's book which I read last night. It's by the author of the Little House on the Prairie series, which are her memoirs from the last part of the nineteenth century. This is sentimental but not mawkish so I can recommend it. It is charming and the author has a good memory of what it is to be a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Ingalls_Wilder"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a page about Laura Ingalls Wilder.  It's interesting, because apparently there is some doubt about the authorship of the books - the consensus seems to be that Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote the books but that they were heavily edited by her daughter Rose Wilder Lane, who was a much more famous author at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 336; book 328&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5322585073737767340?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5322585073737767340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-house-in-big-woods-by-laura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5322585073737767340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5322585073737767340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-house-in-big-woods-by-laura.html' title='Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8406733740988447148</id><published>2009-09-14T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:20:55.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E. Nesbit, Enid Blyton and other children's classics</title><content type='html'>Here's what I read over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story of the Treasure Seekers by E Nesbit&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Seven by Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;Five on a Treasure Island by Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;Jill Enjoys her Ponies by Ruby Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved these when I was little.  I think those librarians who banned Enid Blyton because they said she wasn't a good writer were really making political decisions based on her attitudes to class and her sexism.  She was of her day though, and to prevent children from reading them is to deprive them of a lot of fun (and to underestimate their intelligence and ability to recognise outmoded attitudes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby Ferguson's books are still jolly funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 335; Book 327&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8406733740988447148?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8406733740988447148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-nesbit-enid-blyton-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8406733740988447148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8406733740988447148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-nesbit-enid-blyton-and-other.html' title='E. Nesbit, Enid Blyton and other children&apos;s classics'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7485648934472318751</id><published>2009-09-13T20:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:26:04.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Books Meme</title><content type='html'>I saw this meme on &lt;a href="http://truecrimebookreviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-in-books-meme.html#comment-form"&gt;True Crime Book Reviews&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not completely sure what a meme is, but here goes with the format and my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using only books you have read this year (2009), cleverly answer these questions.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to repeat a book title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Yourself:  Daughter of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel: Guilty as Sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live: Old Pittenweem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Espedair Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transport: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is: The Tailor of Gloucester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like: Snow Falling on Cedars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite time of day: The Remains of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you: Something to Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: Bad Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give: Cut and Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day: Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die: With a Strange Device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition: Among the Missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to have a go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweetmeme_style = 'compact';&lt;br /&gt;tweetmeme_url = '&lt;data:post.url/&gt;';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7485648934472318751?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7485648934472318751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-in-books-meme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7485648934472318751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7485648934472318751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-in-books-meme.html' title='My Life in Books Meme'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7690261585390345069</id><published>2009-09-10T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:32:07.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been away</title><content type='html'>But here's the books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's classics: Stig of the Dump by Clive King, Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson and The Children of Greene Knowe by Lucy M Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two books in one free with Mr F's Sci-Fi Now magazine: Ultimate Guide to Sci Fi Literature (vol 1) by Matt Hardrahan and The 50 Greatest Moments of Doctor Who by Andrew Rilstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed from Jo: Scarred Hearts by Max Blecher and The Whole Day Through by Patrick Gale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought in Oxford: Beyond Words: How Language Reveals the Way We Live Now by John Humphrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no time to comment today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 331; Book 324&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7690261585390345069?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7690261585390345069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7690261585390345069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7690261585390345069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-away.html' title='I&apos;ve been away'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-4328780258164335495</id><published>2009-09-04T13:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:31:59.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jeweler's Bench Book by Charles Lewton-Brain</title><content type='html'>A book thoughtfully provided by the Rock Chick so her Papa can build her a jeweller's bench for Christmas! (It's American, hence the spelling). Naturally I decided to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was most enlightening, because up till now I had thought of jewellery-making and silversmithing as a dainty craft ... how wrong was I! The outcome may be dainty but there is brute force and hazards involved. Now I am worried about the Rock Chick surrounded by dangerous heat, chemicals and fumes, which just goes to show that ignorance can be bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get over it if she makes me something nice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 325; Book 315&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-4328780258164335495?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/4328780258164335495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/jewelers-bench-book-by-charles-lewton.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4328780258164335495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4328780258164335495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/jewelers-bench-book-by-charles-lewton.html' title='The Jeweler&apos;s Bench Book by Charles Lewton-Brain'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3276371388462125823</id><published>2009-09-03T12:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:09:03.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies and catch-up</title><content type='html'>Having been obsessed with moi and outings for moi recently (it's been my birthday), it's time to catch up with what I've been reading. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deception is one of the books for children and teenagers featuring Grace Cavendish, a maid of honour at the court of Elizabeth I. Quite fun and doesn't shy away from the nastier aspects of life. I would have loved this when I was about 10. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Grace_Mysteries"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a link to the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another classic children's book is The Tailor of Gloucester by Beatrix Potter. Little children would love this, especially with the repetition of the phrase "No more twist" and the happy ending, and the illustrations of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read Quest for a Kelpie by Frances Hendry. This is billed as a children's book but I think it could appear just as happily on the shelves for adults (you could compare it with Kidnapped). It's seen from the point of view of an old lady looking back on her childhood in Nairn at the time of Bonnie Prince Charlie and Culloden. There's lots of period and local detail. I don't normally like historical novels but this one has an exciting story and a likeable heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr F had bought the latest Jeffery Deaver, Roadside Crosses (hardback, but half price in Asda). Good story and plenty of misdirection as usual until the baddie is unmasked. A bit too much explanation about blogs and posting though - surely most people would know about this (most people on here anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Mr F had also bought the last part of Dean Koontz's Frankenstein trilogy (Dead and Alive). I don't care for horror, but fortunately this one had plenty of humorous asides as well. Very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got behind again so looks like I will have to take up Elizabeth's suggestion of reading all the Beatrix Potters ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 326; book 314&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3276371388462125823?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3276371388462125823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/apologies-and-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3276371388462125823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3276371388462125823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/09/apologies-and-catch-up.html' title='Apologies and catch-up'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-974398313476534251</id><published>2009-08-28T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:51:31.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks good ...</title><content type='html'>... Fame: from the Bronze Age to Britney by Tom Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a review &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/5984068/Fame---From-the-Bronze-Age-to-Britney-by-Tom-Payne-review.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and another one &lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/non-fiction/article6723503.ece"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lamented the modern tendency to worship celebrities and indeed to make celebrities out of people with no discernible talent? Well apparently we've been doing it since the dawn of civilization, and it doesn't reflect too well on us. Tom Payne teaches classics and he knows his stuff, and cleverly shows the connections between the past and the present, even comparing the deaths of rock stars to human sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid reader of Heat myself, I must get this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-974398313476534251?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/974398313476534251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-looks-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/974398313476534251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/974398313476534251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-looks-good.html' title='This looks good ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8854391161047935311</id><published>2009-08-27T13:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:17:49.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Senator's Wife by Sue Miller</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't expect THAT ending. I liked this book, and thought it was interesting the way your sympathy for the characters changed. Lots of people didn't like it though - see their views &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/3508883/The-Senator-s-Wife/readersreviews"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy &amp;amp; Other Stories by Tim Burton was as bizarre as you might expect from the director of films like Beetlejuice. It was strangely touching in some places and truly horrid in others - and funny at the same time. A tiny, tiny read, ideal for my purposes at this stage in the Book-a-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 319; Book 309&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8854391161047935311?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8854391161047935311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/senators-wife-by-sue-miller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8854391161047935311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8854391161047935311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/senators-wife-by-sue-miller.html' title='The Senator&apos;s Wife by Sue Miller'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5253691405236070179</id><published>2009-08-25T13:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:26:36.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophet by Khalil Gibran</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness this was so short. It's not meaningful, just overworked mysticism. One of the favoured formats seems to be the posing of apparent contradictions - but if you look more deeply into it, they really are just contradictions. I am sure this is the sort of book people would dip into at random to find the answer to a problem - but really if you had already prepared yourself to find an answer, you could do that with a phone book. It's written in the style of the King James Bible, which just adds to the effect of the pretentious faux-mysticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually like this stuff - read their misguided comments &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/35561/The-Prophet/readersreviews"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 317; Book 307&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5253691405236070179?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5253691405236070179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/prophet-by-khalil-gibran.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5253691405236070179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5253691405236070179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/prophet-by-khalil-gibran.html' title='The Prophet by Khalil Gibran'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8889271174824959065</id><published>2009-08-24T13:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:41:37.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family and Other Animals</title><content type='html'>I'd never read this so thanks to Philippa for filling in this gap in my reading. I loved this, mainly for the author's description of his family, rather than the wildlife, although I did love reading about young Gerry's pets who were all proper little characters. Those were the days when you could go out and dig up wild flowers or remove young birds from nests without thinking anything of it. Of course it was a much freer existence altogether. Gerry and his family certainly didn't worry about stranger danger. Of course if wasn't all idyllic because the family leave Corfu in 1939, just before the start of the War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read a Dr Seuss which Jo thoughtfully lent me on the grounds I could read it really quickly - an excellent thought at this stage in my book-a-day year! The Rock Chick first learned to read with a Dr Seuss book, The Cat in the Hat.  ETA no it wasn't!  I've just looked this up and it's a different book ... in the Rock Chick's one somebody tries on lots of different hats.  Wonder what it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I read The Body Artist by Dom DeLillo. This is a very clever book but if that's your overall impression of a book I think there's something wrong. It didn't exactly employ the stream of consciousness technique, but it might as well have (grrr). Plus you are not exactly going to warm to a main character who is a conceptual artist of the sort whose audience walk out when they can't stand the tedium of her performance. I didn't walk out - I stayed to the end of the book but I won't be reading any more by this author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 316; Book 306&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8889271174824959065?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8889271174824959065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-and-other-animals.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8889271174824959065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8889271174824959065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-and-other-animals.html' title='My Family and Other Animals'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8525227120191973436</id><published>2009-08-21T13:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:16:49.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth's cunning plan</title><content type='html'>She thinks I should read the Beatrix Potter books to get me to the end of my book-a-day year without too much effort!  I may stop off at the children's library on the way home ... although I won't read anything too whimsical.  I don't like whimsical, which is why I could never make any progress with Winnie the Pooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8525227120191973436?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8525227120191973436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/elizabeths-cunning-plan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8525227120191973436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8525227120191973436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/elizabeths-cunning-plan.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s cunning plan'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5099118740708978477</id><published>2009-08-21T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:18:49.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills is Lonely by Lillian Beckwith</title><content type='html'>Lillian Beckwith based her light, humorous books on her stay in the Hebrides during and just after the war. Read more about them &lt;a href="http://www.ealaghol.co.uk/books/authors/beckwith.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I thought I'd read this but it must have been another one in the series, so it was fun to read the very first one. A nice gentle read (which nevertheless doesn't shy away from life in the raw). I wouldn't have been too pleased by my portrayal if I had been one of the locals, but then the author does poke fun at herself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum would like to read these again too, especially as I've just read that Lillian Beckwith lived at Breakish on Skye during the War (so did Mum! I wonder if they ever met?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 313; book 303&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5099118740708978477?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5099118740708978477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/hills-is-lonely-by-lillian-beckwith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5099118740708978477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5099118740708978477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/hills-is-lonely-by-lillian-beckwith.html' title='The Hills is Lonely by Lillian Beckwith'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-137447999926743519</id><published>2009-08-19T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:01:24.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockburn's A-Z of After-Dinner Entertainment</title><content type='html'>£2 from an antique shop in Dunkeld!  And Mr F paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an amusing book about after-dinner speaking, written by Giles Brandreth.  It starts with some tips for the would-be speechmaker (practise a lot, be prepared for things going wrong and keep it short!) Then there's examples of jokes.  Unfortunately as the book was sponsored by Cockburn's Port, there are a lot of references to it which make Mr Brandreth look rather sycophantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 311; Book 302&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-137447999926743519?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/137447999926743519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cockburns-z-of-after-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/137447999926743519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/137447999926743519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cockburns-z-of-after-dinner.html' title='Cockburn&apos;s A-Z of After-Dinner Entertainment'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-9138398166256063491</id><published>2009-08-18T12:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:04:18.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal Takes a Holiday by Lindsey Davis</title><content type='html'>I'm nearly at the end of the Marcus Didius Falco mysteries!  Thanks to Anna for keeping me supplied with these.  As usual with Falco you get a mystery plus more developments in his extended and often annoying family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read the short novel Special Delivery by Iselin C. Hermann.  It's in the form of letters, not usually my favourite style, but the author manages to transcend the form to give a clear picture of Delphine and her life.  I wasn't expecting the ending ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 310; Book 301&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-9138398166256063491?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/9138398166256063491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandal-takes-holiday-by-lindsey-davis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9138398166256063491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9138398166256063491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandal-takes-holiday-by-lindsey-davis.html' title='Scandal Takes a Holiday by Lindsey Davis'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3071376988915391815</id><published>2009-08-17T15:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:31:11.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Test your navigation skills</title><content type='html'>This week's New Scientist has a feature by Chris Berdik called Lost: "Birds, rats and hamsters are able to find their way around with consumate ease. So how come we can't navigate our way out of a paper bag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very interesting article, especially if you've ever struggled to find your car in a car park. It features a report on "developmental topographical disorientation" as identified by Giuseppe Iaria of the University of Calgary and Jason Barton at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can test your own skills in association with their study &lt;a href="http://www.gettinglost.ca/Test.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3071376988915391815?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3071376988915391815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-your-navigation-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3071376988915391815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3071376988915391815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-your-navigation-skills.html' title='Test your navigation skills'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7871855427724163530</id><published>2009-08-17T13:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:17:55.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Bach</title><content type='html'>I read three Richard Bach books over the weekend. Thanks to David for lending me these and other short books as I try to reach my target (less than 2 months to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take to Mr Bach's works though, in fact I thought it was a lot of hippy nonsense. I would say it was well-meaning hippy nonsense, but in The Reluctant Messiah particularly there is a lot about how you only allow things to happen that you want to happen. This seems to be blaming people for their own misfortunes (which may be true some of the time but certainly isn't all of the time). It makes Mr Bach seem rather smug and uncaring, which is not how he planned to come across I'm sure. The Reluctant Messiah is also full of "meaningful" quotes which invariably made me think of that 60s/70s saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk beside me, and be my friend". *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleurrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an antidote from Mr F:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk beside me either; in fact, just b*gger off and leave me alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I looked at quote sites and they variously attribute this to Albert Camus and to Tennyson ... &lt;div&gt;which is amusingly unlikely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 309; Book 299&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7871855427724163530?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7871855427724163530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/richard-bach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7871855427724163530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7871855427724163530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/richard-bach.html' title='Richard Bach'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7589895686914230112</id><published>2009-08-14T13:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:14:00.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cement Garden by Ian McEwan</title><content type='html'>Small but perfectly dark in tone, The Cement Garden is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Not because it's not beautifully written, but because you will find yourself laughing out loud at some outrageous situations, and then looking around shiftily: "Did I really laugh at that?" It's a tragedy too, and a lesson in how keeping yourself to yourself can be a Very Bad Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 306; book 296&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7589895686914230112?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7589895686914230112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cement-garden-by-ian-mcewan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7589895686914230112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7589895686914230112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cement-garden-by-ian-mcewan.html' title='The Cement Garden by Ian McEwan'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-4317820707579035009</id><published>2009-08-13T13:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:31:05.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion by Jeanette Winterson</title><content type='html'>This is skillfully and poetically written, but then I'm not actually looking for poetry when I read prose. Not too much plot either. I really like more to HAPPEN when I'm reading a book*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also re-read The Virgin and the Gypsy by D H Lawrence. There's the usual Lawrentian guff about feelings (for feelings, read sex). There's a Freudian candlestick. There's also an hilariously-agonising description of the tedium of a never-ending evening en famille at the rectory. The book is worth reading for that alone (I don't usually associate Lawrence with hilarity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just edited to add: to be fair, the Napoleonic Wars happen, and we march on Moscow ... perhaps I should have said I prefer a book where the plot is more complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 305; book 295&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-4317820707579035009?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/4317820707579035009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion-by-jeanette-winterson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4317820707579035009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4317820707579035009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion-by-jeanette-winterson.html' title='The Passion by Jeanette Winterson'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7604760165740587748</id><published>2009-08-11T13:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:38:52.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog on my reading list</title><content type='html'>Scroll down on the left to find the hilarious Craftastrophe where people make things and you really wish they hadn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7604760165740587748?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7604760165740587748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog-on-my-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7604760165740587748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7604760165740587748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog-on-my-reading-list.html' title='New blog on my reading list'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8588086345000725010</id><published>2009-08-11T12:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:00:15.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering: Notes and Sketches by Hermann Hesse</title><content type='html'>Kind of slow and kind of boring, but also pleasantly soporific.  However, don't rush out to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 303; Book 293&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8588086345000725010?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8588086345000725010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-notes-and-sketches-by-hermann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8588086345000725010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8588086345000725010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/wandering-notes-and-sketches-by-hermann.html' title='Wandering: Notes and Sketches by Hermann Hesse'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-9126777070069377825</id><published>2009-08-10T13:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:41:30.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>American Noir</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I read 3 short books from 1930s America. They certainly were dark, but the authors managed to make you sympathise with the criminal main characters. The prose was very readable and modern, especially compared with a 1940s noir novel which I started but didn't make any progress with. It was just too self-consciously clever but these 3 I recommend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M Cain&lt;br /&gt;They Shoot Horses, Don't They? by Horace McCoy&lt;br /&gt;Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last is the most political but is also an absorbing modern tragedy. They Shoot Horses is set in one of those Depression-era marathon dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up by reading a science-fiction novel* (I know, I practically read it by accident). The original concept was very reminiscent of the start of the tv programme Lost, although this book predates by series by 30+ years. It really grabbed you at the start but then fizzled out a bit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*forgot to say that it was Seahorse in the Sky by Edmund Cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 302; Book 292&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-9126777070069377825?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/9126777070069377825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/american-noir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9126777070069377825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9126777070069377825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/american-noir.html' title='American Noir'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2780472581579903832</id><published>2009-08-06T13:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:44:06.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture: Twentieth Century Design by Penny Sparke</title><content type='html'>This was a concise history of modern furniture design (although it only went up to 1986).  Some snippets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teak furniture was very popular in the 1950s, apparently because the war in Indo-China meant that huges swathes of forest were cut down for military access.  Who knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scandinavians have always had a socialist angle to their furniture production, designing it to fit in small flats and so that good design was available to all.  The Italians, not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political control of furniture can only work up to a certain extent.  After austerity furniture was abandoned in Britain after the war, so was the style.  People chose exactly what they wanted to spend their money on and it wasn't the official style.  Nanny states today, please note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 298; Book 288&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2780472581579903832?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2780472581579903832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/furniture-twentieth-century-design-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2780472581579903832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2780472581579903832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/furniture-twentieth-century-design-by.html' title='Furniture: Twentieth Century Design by Penny Sparke'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6130028749225612328</id><published>2009-08-05T12:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:08:31.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last G.I. Bride Wore Tartan by Fred Urquhart</title><content type='html'>Well, this is educational. I'm afraid I had never heard of Fred Urquhart and yet he was a prolific and well-received author in his day. Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.lib.utexas.edu/taro/uthrc/00438/hrc-00438.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; which includes his biographical details. This is a book of short stories which are at one time very definitely written just after the war, yet also surprisingly modern. Perhaps it is just that we are used to seeing this era depicted in films of the time, which of course were much more subject to censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urquhart knew the painters &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Colquhoun"&gt;Robert Colquhoun &lt;/a&gt;and Robert MacBryde. See how educational a book-a-day can be? I hadn't even realised they were real characters when I was reading the John Byrne play *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 297; book 287&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6130028749225612328?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6130028749225612328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-gi-bride-wore-tartan-by-fred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6130028749225612328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6130028749225612328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-gi-bride-wore-tartan-by-fred.html' title='The Last G.I. Bride Wore Tartan by Fred Urquhart'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6193826118766458742</id><published>2009-08-04T13:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:03:15.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news ...</title><content type='html'>I made grilled peaches last night. Yum and thrice yum. Halve the peaches and take out the stones. Dip the cut sides in icing sugar. Grill cut-sides up under a low heat (you can turn it up once the peaches are nicely warmed). Take out when the sugar has gone brown and crispy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6193826118766458742?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6193826118766458742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-other-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6193826118766458742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6193826118766458742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-other-news.html' title='In other news ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7068758859643767419</id><published>2009-08-04T12:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:01:16.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How strange ...</title><content type='html'>I added a post yesterday about the books I read at the weekend, and now it's disappeared. I can see the books on my list so I'm not imagining it ... Just a quick summary then of the vanished books: This Book Will Change Your Life by A M Homes (dark, funny, ultimately hopeful); The Accusers by Lindsey Davis (Roman legal goings-on); The Lovers by John Connolly (dark, dark, maybe ultimately hopeful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 296; Book 286&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7068758859643767419?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7068758859643767419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7068758859643767419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7068758859643767419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-strange.html' title='How strange ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6520550027142649717</id><published>2009-07-31T13:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:29:01.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon</title><content type='html'>Sassoon seems to one of the less-well-known of the war poets, at least nowadays (which makes me want to read him more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Road to Ruin is a poem published in 1933.  In it Sassoon visualises what might happen over the next 10 years.  His nightmare vision is obviously concerned about war coming again, but it is written in the vocabulary of the First World War, with London succumbing to gas.  It's ironic that the next war was to end with a weapon more terrible than he was able to imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 293; Book 283&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6520550027142649717?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6520550027142649717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-to-ruin-by-siegfried-sassoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6520550027142649717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6520550027142649717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-to-ruin-by-siegfried-sassoon.html' title='The Road to Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3426443496118631154</id><published>2009-07-31T13:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:24:27.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock-a-Doodle Doo by Robert S McLeish</title><content type='html'>This is "a Scots comedy in one act" published in 1990 but set before the First World War. It's an amusing farce and looks as if there would be plenty of laughs if you saw it performed. The dialect is consistent but it looks like Glaswegian to me - still maybe the farm where it's set was near Glasgow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 293; Book 282&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3426443496118631154?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3426443496118631154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/cock-doodle-doo-by-robert-s-mcleish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3426443496118631154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3426443496118631154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/cock-doodle-doo-by-robert-s-mcleish.html' title='Cock-a-Doodle Doo by Robert S McLeish'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7835638662383350539</id><published>2009-07-30T13:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:23:30.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I am put in the shade by a lady of 91!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Jo for alerting me to &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/south_of_scotland/8172355.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; news item, which is all about Louise Brown, 91, who joined her local library in 1946 and since then has borrowed at least 6 books every week, recently increasing it to about 12 every 7 days!  Mrs Brown, I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7835638662383350539?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7835638662383350539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-which-i-am-put-in-shade-by-lady-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7835638662383350539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7835638662383350539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-which-i-am-put-in-shade-by-lady-of.html' title='In which I am put in the shade by a lady of 91!'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6369300892155860948</id><published>2009-07-30T13:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:18:02.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodily Secrets by William Trevor</title><content type='html'>This was a book of short stories by the Irish writer &lt;a href="http://www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth122"&gt;William Trevor&lt;/a&gt;.  The prose seemed very spare at first and not really my sort of thing but fortunately I persevered.  The stories are fairly dark but not completely pessimistic.  I'll look out for more of his books now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 292; Book 281&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6369300892155860948?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6369300892155860948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/bodily-secrets-by-william-trevor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6369300892155860948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6369300892155860948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/bodily-secrets-by-william-trevor.html' title='Bodily Secrets by William Trevor'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-409906474083243884</id><published>2009-07-28T13:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:14:23.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Byron and Japan</title><content type='html'>First up was a short book, Byron and Women Novelists by Caroline Franklin.  Good: it featured one of my favourite literary bad boys, Byron of course.  Bad: I don't like any literary analysis featuring the word "intertextuality".  Good again: the last 6 pages were references so I didn't feel obliged to read them.  Also good: finding out how Byron's scandalous affair with his half-sister rebounded later on the innocent writer, Harriet Beecher Stowe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shashin: Nineteenth-Century Japanese Studio Photography was much more interesting.  Who knew there was such a craze for photography in Yokohama after 1853?  The craze was partly fuelled by tourists buying views of Japan which they collected in beautiful albums to show off to their friends.  Originally the photographers were Western, but then the Japanese took it up as well.  The photographs in the book were beautifully hand-tinted, sometimes using brushes with a single hair.  Some of the women in the book look much more modern and natural than their counterparts in Victorian photographs from Britain.  An interesting book about a little-known aspect of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 292; Book 280&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-409906474083243884?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/409906474083243884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/byron-and-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/409906474083243884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/409906474083243884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/byron-and-japan.html' title='Byron and Japan'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1141277631111412831</id><published>2009-07-27T13:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:13:24.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Atkinson</title><content type='html'>I finished When Will There Be Good News.  It's great!  The beginning is attention-grabbing (though sad) and then there's quite a bit where you don't exactly know who all the characters are and exactly what's happening.  (Several of the characters are very appealing though).  Then the author wraps it up with a masterful flourish - very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Hue and Cry, which is a new novel by Shirley McKay.  It's set in the 16th century in St Andrews and it was fascinating to read about the places that you know.  The book is very readable too and apparently it's the start of a series featuring Hew Cullan.  An intriguing mystery with a humane attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the latest John Connolly but I didn't get far because I decided to spend time sorting out my paperwork (mountainous).  And in other news I got a phone call from my credit card company alerting me to fraud on my card!  Well done to the card company for being on the ball and picking this up - and hopefully I won't be liable for any of the spending!  Will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 291; Book 278&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1141277631111412831?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1141277631111412831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/kate-atkinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1141277631111412831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1141277631111412831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/kate-atkinson.html' title='Kate Atkinson'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6308247879817059084</id><published>2009-07-24T13:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:11:07.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Reads</title><content type='html'>I read The Observer Book of Scandal, all about scandals in the news from serious ones to frivolous ones. From Bill Clinton to Oscar Wilde it was all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the World, 9 to 5 was a book about improving your working life.  Some of it was kind of predictable, but I liked the page about remembering to praise people (it came with a sheet of gold star stickers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading When will there be Good News ... and wondering how it will turn out.  It jumps back and forth a bit and plays with the reader's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 288; Book 276&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6308247879817059084?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6308247879817059084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6308247879817059084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6308247879817059084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-reads.html' title='Quick Reads'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3307192969177417814</id><published>2009-07-22T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:23:13.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of ...</title><content type='html'>When will There be Good News by Kate Atkinson and it's really good - a bit upsetting at the start but now it's getting intriguing.  Some nice characters too.  I went to bed early though so I didn't make much progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apology again to anyone who has left me a comment and I haven't replied *blushes* but Blogger still won't let me *stamps feet*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3307192969177417814?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3307192969177417814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-middle-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3307192969177417814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3307192969177417814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-middle-of.html' title='In the middle of ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7895003305199841466</id><published>2009-07-21T12:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:01:36.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Jay Fowler</title><content type='html'>This is an intelligent, warm and witty book.  The narrator is reminiscent of Mary Smith in Cranford in that she observes but does not really take part in the action (in fact, we never learn who she is).  It's been made into a film as well.  Well worth reading although I could have done without the synopses of the Austen books at the end (and if you did need them, you would probably want to find them at the beginning of the book).  Great observation of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 285; Book 274&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7895003305199841466?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7895003305199841466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/jane-austen-book-club-by-karen-jay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7895003305199841466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7895003305199841466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/jane-austen-book-club-by-karen-jay.html' title='The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Jay Fowler'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7027969334616792967</id><published>2009-07-20T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:56:11.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart and Soul by Maeve Binchy</title><content type='html'>Another readable novel from Maeve Binchy with her usual mastery of language.  Some of the characters have appeared before in other novels so we get to catch up with what has happened to them.  Warm and witty but not sentimental and well worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 284; Book 273&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7027969334616792967?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7027969334616792967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-and-soul-by-maeve-binchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7027969334616792967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7027969334616792967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-and-soul-by-maeve-binchy.html' title='Heart and Soul by Maeve Binchy'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-591991971923490461</id><published>2009-07-20T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:54:31.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else's Kids by Torey Hayden</title><content type='html'>Another of the books by teacher Torey Hayden based on her experiences as a special needs teacher.  Torey is very honest about her own perceived shortcomings and about the terrible behaviour some of these children can come up with, but she is an inspiring writer who obviously cares about her pupils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-591991971923490461?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/591991971923490461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-elses-kids-by-torey-hayden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/591991971923490461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/591991971923490461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-elses-kids-by-torey-hayden.html' title='Someone Else&apos;s Kids by Torey Hayden'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2061872374474995102</id><published>2009-07-20T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:48:23.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz</title><content type='html'>A good idea and an unexpected ending, but I wasn't so keen on some of the use of language. Dean Koontz seems to use unusual words sometimes just for the sake of it which distracts from the story rather than enhancing it.  Also watch out if you are not a dog-lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2061872374474995102?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2061872374474995102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart-belongs-to-me-by-dean-koontz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2061872374474995102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2061872374474995102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-heart-belongs-to-me-by-dean-koontz.html' title='Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-4627429325142235822</id><published>2009-07-17T13:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:11:09.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Bracelets</title><content type='html'>Another in the jewellery series, consisting chiefly of images and not too much talk about meaning ... This is studio jewellery so it may be designed to provoke comment rather than to wear, but there were some beautiful pieces nevertheless.  The 500 series is an excellent one for aspiring artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 281; Book 270&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-4627429325142235822?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/4627429325142235822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/500-bracelets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4627429325142235822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/4627429325142235822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/500-bracelets.html' title='500 Bracelets'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6436075468096720462</id><published>2009-07-16T12:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:56:15.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colquhoun and MacBryde by John Byrne</title><content type='html'>This is another play by John Byrne but it wasn't nearly as much to my taste as The Slab Boys or Tutti Frutti.  It's much darker and the humour of the characters more cruel.  I missed the banter from the Slab Boys (although both that play and Tutti Frutti had their own dark sides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I read 500 Pendants &amp; Lockets: Contemporary Interpretations of Classic Adornments which La Rock Chick had made the mistake of having sent to the house.  Mwahahaha!  Of course I read it (actually she said I could).  Looking at 500 pictures of jewellery takes a surprisingly long time as you study the ones you like and recoil from some of the creepy ones.  Much of this is art rather than wearable but some are both. Not too much pretentious twaddle either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 280; Book 269&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6436075468096720462?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6436075468096720462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/colquhoun-and-macbryde-by-john-byrne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6436075468096720462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6436075468096720462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/colquhoun-and-macbryde-by-john-byrne.html' title='Colquhoun and MacBryde by John Byrne'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5427981585753123491</id><published>2009-07-15T17:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:23:41.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver jewellery</title><content type='html'>Click here for your chance to win a piece of handcrafted jewellery by the Rock Chick aka Holly Wilcox who is a jewellery-design student at Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hollywilcox.blogspot.com/2009/07/win-piece-of-handcrafted-jewellery.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm biased but I think it is an original and beautiful piece of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oops, I couldn't make it a hyperlink so please copy and paste into your browser address bar or even easier scroll down my reading list and you can click directly onto Holly's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5427981585753123491?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5427981585753123491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/silver-jewellery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5427981585753123491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5427981585753123491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/silver-jewellery.html' title='Silver jewellery'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2822257792101478107</id><published>2009-07-15T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:03:11.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Praise of Heat Magazine</title><content type='html'>I love Heat!  Not so much because of the celebrity news but because of their clever humour.  Here's their succinct description of the Pre-Raphaelites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the 19th-century art-fops who really dug nature, medieval myths and hot ginger chicks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pre-Raphs in a nutshell really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's their take on Dante Gabriel Rossetti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Painter, poet and dirty stop-out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all in relation to a new tv drama starting next Tuesday on BBC2, and cleverly called Desperate Romantics (see what they did there, as Heat used to say).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2822257792101478107?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2822257792101478107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-praise-of-heat-magazine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2822257792101478107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2822257792101478107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-praise-of-heat-magazine.html' title='In Praise of Heat Magazine'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7674724493849946631</id><published>2009-07-15T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:56:49.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography books</title><content type='html'>I read two photography books last night which are part of the Phaidon 55 series.  I have to confess never having heard of Willy Ronis or Lisette Model but some of their images did seem familiar.  I enjoyed looking at the photographs but some of the commentary, not so much.  Either I am too dim to understand it or it was pretentious twaddle (or possibly both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 279; Book 267&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7674724493849946631?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7674724493849946631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/photography-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7674724493849946631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7674724493849946631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/photography-books.html' title='Photography books'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8360949318164732807</id><published>2009-07-14T13:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:29:38.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Date, Marry or Avoid</title><content type='html'>It's the title of a tv programme but I'm going to steal it for the books I've read over the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King; Mister B Gone by Cliver Barker; The Blue Bedroom and other Stories by Rosamunde Pilcher; Twilight Children by Torey Hayden; The Dirty Secrets Club by Meg Gardiner; Old Pittenweem by Eric Eunson; Girl in a Pink Hat by Nanzie McLeod; The Slab Boys by John Byrne; Tutti Frutti by John Byrne.  I'd go on a second date with John Byrne, Torey Hayden and Rosamunde Pilcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassin's Apprentice, Royal Assassin and Assassin's Quest by Robin Hobb, and Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper: not even a pre-nup needed for a long-term relationship with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shakespeare Secret by J L Carrell (should be interesting but too contrived)&lt;br /&gt;Mercy by Jodi Picoult (didn't like the characters and didn't care about the dilemma.  Also hated the Brigadoonery of the Scottish characters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 278; Book 265&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8360949318164732807?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8360949318164732807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/date-marry-or-avoid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8360949318164732807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8360949318164732807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/07/date-marry-or-avoid.html' title='Date, Marry or Avoid'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7092386673745885297</id><published>2009-06-26T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:15:10.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in a fortnight  ...</title><content type='html'>... if not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break (at home) (which is the seaside anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7092386673745885297?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7092386673745885297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-fortnight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7092386673745885297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7092386673745885297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-fortnight.html' title='Back in a fortnight  ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7381767238738443200</id><published>2009-06-26T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:15:38.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Strange Device by Eric Frank Russell</title><content type='html'>This is a science fiction/espionage novel from 1964.  It's well-enough written, although rather dated and dry, but unfortunately I picked up on the twist early on.  *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 260; Book 250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7381767238738443200?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7381767238738443200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-strange-device-by-eric-frank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7381767238738443200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7381767238738443200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-strange-device-by-eric-frank.html' title='With a Strange Device by Eric Frank Russell'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3217181640673191905</id><published>2009-06-26T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:13:11.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elton Ware</title><content type='html'>Elton Ware is a type of pottery produced from about 1880 to 1920, which I read about in Elton Ware: the Pottery of Sir Edmund Elton by Malcolm Haslam.  Sir Edmund was a technically-minded baronet who decided to make his own pottery and after much trial and error started to produced work which was sinous and organic and sometimes even sinister ... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_Edmund_Elton,_8th_Baronet"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to a Wikipedia page about him, but unfortunately with only one image.  The best source of images seems to be this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3217181640673191905?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3217181640673191905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/elton-ware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3217181640673191905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3217181640673191905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/elton-ware.html' title='Elton Ware'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-939895010696869058</id><published>2009-06-25T10:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:49:26.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare - not so clever now?</title><content type='html'>While reading Hamlet, I was struck by how many of the phrases he uses we use today. In fact there's whole websites devoted to this subject. &lt;a href="http://www.shakespeareplays.co.uk/william-shakespeare-quotes.htm"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; one, where they say, "Many quotes from the works of William Shakespeare have entered into common usage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if they didn't? What if Shakespeare's plays were actually full of cliches he'd ripped off from common usage of the day, ha ha! How would we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral could be, fill your writing with cliches from 2009 and in only a few centuries you too could be the source of quotes! Except sadly it wouldn't work, because everything, even the most mundane, is recorded in writing these days, unlike in Shakespeare's. Foiled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-939895010696869058?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/939895010696869058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/shakespeare-not-so-clever-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/939895010696869058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/939895010696869058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/shakespeare-not-so-clever-now.html' title='Shakespeare - not so clever now?'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8942530415158661822</id><published>2009-06-24T13:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:39:57.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick catch-up</title><content type='html'>I've read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giotto by Camillo Semenzato. This is the sort of book we cataloguers would describe as "chiefly ill." which is good for a book-a-dayer ... Giotto's frescoes seem to span the Middle Ages and the start of the Renaissance, with his solid, three-dimensional figures accompanied by an endearing lack of perspective. I noticed that my undergraduate self had altered the name of the person responsible for layout of the book from Wim to Wimp. How I must have larfed at the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Houses of Fife was a beautifully designed booklet from 1974, about the progress of the National Trust for Scotland's Little Houses Improvement Scheme. There were lots of before and after photos of the houses which had been saved (some not so little - they must mean little as opposed to mansions or castles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Around the Clyde: a Pictorial Guide by Jack House must have been published just after the war. Even with black and white pictures though it makes the scenery down the Clyde look enticing - so that's another location for me to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King at the Front: Official Photographs in Colours is a Daily Mail publication from the First World War years. The photographs look more like paintings, but I suppose that it because they have been tinted. While taking an sanitised view as you would expect, they still include photographs of the trenches and of an unknown soldier's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Hamlet again to refresh my memory of Rozencrantz and Guildenstern (after reading Tom Stoppard's play). It was pretty easy to read - but possibly that's because the whole play is so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 258; Book 248&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8942530415158661822?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8942530415158661822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8942530415158661822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8942530415158661822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick catch-up'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6346999625409924561</id><published>2009-06-22T13:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:33:16.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the Missing by Richard Laymon</title><content type='html'>This was a horrid book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when it was first written (my copy was published in 1999), but it seems pretty unreconstructed.  It's pervy yet dull.  None of the characters are likeable and they have silly names like "Bass" and "Harney".  Why?  It's only merit was it didn't take long to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6346999625409924561?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6346999625409924561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/among-missing-by-richard-laymon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6346999625409924561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6346999625409924561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/among-missing-by-richard-laymon.html' title='Among the Missing by Richard Laymon'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-150160374908402176</id><published>2009-06-22T13:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:27:55.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Smith: a Primer by Eamonn Butler</title><content type='html'>Living only about 20 miles from the birthplace of Adam Smith, I decided it was time I learned more about him. I wasn't brave enough to tackle the 600-odd pages of The Wealth of Nations but I did find this clearly-written little volume. Here is a very topical quote from the philosopher and father of modern economics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the highest impertinence and presumption ... in kings and ministers, to pretend to watch over the economy of private people, and to restrain their expense ... They are themselves always, and without any exception, the greatest spendthrifts in the society. Let them look after their own expense, and they may safely trust private people with theirs. If their own extravagance does not ruin the state, that of their subjects never will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wealth of Nations, &lt;/em&gt;Book II, ch. III, p.346, para 36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like floating duck houses and moat cleaning are nothing new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Smith"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to more information on Adam Smith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-150160374908402176?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/150160374908402176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-smith-primer-by-eamonn-butler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/150160374908402176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/150160374908402176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-smith-primer-by-eamonn-butler.html' title='Adam Smith: a Primer by Eamonn Butler'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2201952823658934302</id><published>2009-06-19T12:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:55:54.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passionate Man by Joanna Trollope</title><content type='html'>I hated this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing was good and your view of the characters was cleverly changed - but the protagonist was awful.  I hated him.  In this Trollope and the last one I read she seems to be saying that so long as something "makes you feel alive" then any behaviour is okay, grr. Repress those feelings I say, and don't hurt other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also featured an old woman whom I think was meant to be feisty and adorable, but she was just really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up with all the talk about prep schools as well. To the barricades, comrades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 253; Book 241&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2201952823658934302?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2201952823658934302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/passionate-man-by-joanna-trollope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2201952823658934302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2201952823658934302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/passionate-man-by-joanna-trollope.html' title='A Passionate Man by Joanna Trollope'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3814281526029820482</id><published>2009-06-18T13:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:30:34.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wreck of the Whaleship Essex by Owen Chase</title><content type='html'>This true account apparently inspired Hermann Melville to write Moby Dick. I've tried twice, but never got past the second or third chapter of Moby Dick, but this was much more readable. The attack by the whale on the ship, which Melville apparently makes the climax of his novel, is to me actually the least interesting part of the story. How the crew survived is what I wanted to read about. The first mate, Owen Chase, wrote this account only a couple of years after the disaster happened and it's in archaic yet clear language. It takes you into another world completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 252; Book 240&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3814281526029820482?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3814281526029820482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wreck-of-whaleship-essex-by-owen-chase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3814281526029820482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3814281526029820482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wreck-of-whaleship-essex-by-owen-chase.html' title='The Wreck of the Whaleship Essex by Owen Chase'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7751230536400348091</id><published>2009-06-17T13:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:14:50.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone and palely loitering ...</title><content type='html'>I finished The Wisdom of Crowds. Ironic, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a bit technical towards the end, with lots of information about spread betting, politics and finance. However there were interesting insights to be found, for example on the empowerment beloved of management. This has to be genuine for it to work: you can gather all the opinions of workers that you like, but if it is management which uses those to make the ultimate decisions, you don't get the benefit of the "wisdom of crowds" (decisions made by diverse crowds have been shown to be the best decisions). Also your workers feel distinctly used and unempowered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 251; Book 239&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7751230536400348091?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7751230536400348091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-and-palely-loitering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7751230536400348091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7751230536400348091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone-and-palely-loitering.html' title='Alone and palely loitering ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-23859426665396437</id><published>2009-06-16T12:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:03:59.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland's Medieval Burghs: an Archaeological Heritage in Danger</title><content type='html'>I decided to read this after visiting various Scottish medieval burghs at the weekend (as well as living in one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a booklet than a book. It was written in 1972, so hopefully its pleas for excavation and recording of medieval sites (before they were destroyed by new building projects) have been heard. I've certainly heard of a few excavations recently although no doubt there is always more that could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old Wikipedia has a list of Scottish burghs &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_burghs_in_Scotland"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Pittenweem is a &lt;em&gt;royal&lt;/em&gt; burgh, unlike some of its neighbours, ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 250; Book 238&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-23859426665396437?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/23859426665396437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/scotlands-medieval-burghs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/23859426665396437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/23859426665396437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/scotlands-medieval-burghs.html' title='Scotland&apos;s Medieval Burghs: an Archaeological Heritage in Danger'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3437204016711941867</id><published>2009-06-16T12:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:56:19.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology ...</title><content type='html'>to people who have left me a comment recently.  I'd like to leave a reply BUT BLOGGER WON'T LET ME!  I don't know why ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3437204016711941867?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3437204016711941867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3437204016711941867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3437204016711941867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/apology.html' title='An Apology ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8991492905609867899</id><published>2009-06-15T13:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:28:55.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wigtown, Scotland's Book Town</title><content type='html'>Mr F and I visited &lt;a href="http://www.wigtown-booktown.co.uk/wigtown.htm"&gt;Wigtown&lt;/a&gt; in Dumfries and Galloway at the weekend. It's "Scotland's Book Town" with 19 bookshops (which I think was started 10 years ago as a regeneration project). The town is an ancient one with a harbour (now a lonely spot) going back to the thirteenth century. Here's an image from their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t298/fifecat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wigtown.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="wigtown" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t298/fifecat/wigtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to go back for the festival in September, featuring Christopher Brookmyre among many other authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited &lt;a href="http://www.kirkcudbright.co.uk/mainpage.htm"&gt;Kirkcudbright&lt;/a&gt;, the town where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessie_Marion_King"&gt;Jessie M King&lt;/a&gt; the illustrator lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t298/fifecat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=topbar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t298/fifecat/topbar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house is now a B&amp;amp;B.  There are many artists in the town nowadays as well and they have an open-studios week in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much reading done over the weekend but a literary location visited, as well as an artistic one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8991492905609867899?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8991492905609867899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wigtown-scotlands-book-town.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8991492905609867899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8991492905609867899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wigtown-scotlands-book-town.html' title='Wigtown, Scotland&apos;s Book Town'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8455182920772240301</id><published>2009-06-15T13:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:51:41.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Village Affair by Joanna Trollope</title><content type='html'>An Aga-saga where the moral of the tale might be that not even an Aga can bring you happiness ... this book has the author's usual perfectly-observed children and clever characterisation where your opinion of the characters can change as the book goes on. Beautifully-written and one you won't want to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 249; book 237&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8455182920772240301?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8455182920772240301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/village-affair-by-joanna-trollope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8455182920772240301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8455182920772240301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/village-affair-by-joanna-trollope.html' title='A Village Affair by Joanna Trollope'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8896361389886172191</id><published>2009-06-12T13:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:06:45.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No books read but scrapbook finished</title><content type='html'>It took me until midnight last night, frantically cutting and sticking.  Why did I leave it till the last minute?  Human nature I suppose.  I was pleased with it in the end, although I've just thought of something I have to amend before I hand it over tonight ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8896361389886172191?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8896361389886172191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-books-read-but-scrapbook-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8896361389886172191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8896361389886172191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-books-read-but-scrapbook-finished.html' title='No books read but scrapbook finished'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2820641892569800856</id><published>2009-06-11T12:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:04:12.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad book-a-dayer ...</title><content type='html'>at the moment, because I've got a scrapbook to finish for my local roller hockey club before tomorrow night.  I love deadlines; they are very motivating!  I got three pages done last night and had a lot of fun illustrating the coaches' page with Cartman from South Park in his "Respect my authorit-ay" phase.  Then I listed the committee members under the heading "You can't get the staff these days".  I thought it was funny - hope they don't think it's too cheeky!  My third page was a bit of a disappointment so I might have to change it if I have time.  Three or so pages to go tonight and then it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what with decorating the bathroom (still ongoing and not a stroke of paint applied yet), my books have slipped recently.  Must get back on track, especially as I feature in our staff magazine today ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2820641892569800856?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2820641892569800856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bad-book-dayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2820641892569800856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2820641892569800856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bad-book-dayer.html' title='I&apos;m a bad book-a-dayer ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8824301814679986773</id><published>2009-06-10T13:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:05:25.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom of Crowds by James Surowieki</title><content type='html'>I've just started this but it seems like a fascinating book (with lots of case studies which I like).  Here's a quote from the &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/wisdomofcrowds/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; about the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this endlessly fascinating book, New Yorker columnist James Surowiecki explores a deceptively simple idea that has profound implications: large groups of people are smarter than an elite few, no matter how brilliant—better at solving problems, fostering innovation, coming to wise decisions, even predicting the future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite understand how this would be, but perhaps somebody mathematically-minded will be along to explain it (if it can be explained by maths).  I'm prepared to be convinced by examples though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8824301814679986773?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8824301814679986773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wisdom-of-crowds-by-james-surowieki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8824301814679986773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8824301814679986773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/wisdom-of-crowds-by-james-surowieki.html' title='The Wisdom of Crowds by James Surowieki'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7745048587975448645</id><published>2009-06-09T12:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:50:01.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wild by Jack London</title><content type='html'>Woof! Or more like snarl, in this tale of nature red in tooth and claw. Written at the end of the 19th century, this had surprisingly-modern mystical elements. Sixties-like, but definitely without the peace and love (except Buck's adoration for the man who rescues him). The Alaskan gold-rush and the Alaskan wilderness are evocatively described. I thought I had read this before but didn't recognise it, so I think it must have been London's White Fang that I read before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 243; Book 236&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7745048587975448645?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7745048587975448645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-of-wild-by-jack-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7745048587975448645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7745048587975448645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-of-wild-by-jack-london.html' title='The Call of the Wild by Jack London'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5535208588461218799</id><published>2009-06-08T12:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:19:59.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend of Short Novels</title><content type='html'>I finished Assassination Day in the end. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Sherston's Progress, and the book does move away from the hospital setting and back to the war. Sassoon's style is surprisingly modern. Psychologically he is honest and complex. Despite hating the war he ends up going back.  It's refreshing to read of his ambivalent attitude, as too often nowadays the First World War is seen only through the eyes of war poets like Wilfred Owen as just a misguided and simplistic sacrifice of millions, whereas to many of the participants it must have been more complex than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hothouse by the East River had a surprising and satisfying ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi by Colette was tres charmant (or should that be charmante?) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0051658/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to the musical version which I'd now like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death in Venice by Thomas Mann was atmospheric but slow. Mr F has warned me off the film as the ultimate in tedium, but then he did have to watch it night after night when he was working at the New Picture House. &lt;a href="http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/0/1704/1704077_bjorn_andresen_004.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to an image of Bjorn Andresen who played Tadjio the beautiful object of desire in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I read the script of Amadeus by Peter Shaffer. Again there's a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086879/"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt; which I haven't seen. It has a clever tagline which pretty well sums up the plot: Amadeus. The man. The music. The magic. The madness. The murder. The mystery. The motion picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 242; Book 235&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5535208588461218799?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5535208588461218799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-of-short-novels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5535208588461218799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5535208588461218799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-of-short-novels.html' title='The Weekend of Short Novels'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5249961222813518300</id><published>2009-06-05T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:11:19.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>False starts</title><content type='html'>I started a thriller two days ago. It's Assassination Day by Oliver Jacks. It was published in 1976 and is a bit dated so I've hardly made any progress. So I picked up Sherston's Progress by Siegfried Sassoon. This is the third volume of a fictionalised memoir by the poet about his life before and during the First World War. This volume is about his time in &lt;a href="http://net.lib.byu.edu/english/WWI/main/website.html#Hydra"&gt;Craiglockhart Hospital&lt;/a&gt;. Pat Barker's &lt;a href="http://net.lib.byu.edu/english/WWI/influence/influence.html#RegenerationTrilogy"&gt;Regenaration&lt;/a&gt; partly covers the same subject (featuring the poet and soldier Wilfred Owen) so unfortunately the whole thing seemed too similar to that work and I got fed up reading it. After that confession I must try again, particularly as Sassoon's book came first (Regeneration wasn't written until the 1990s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have no completed books to report at all. Now I'm in the middle of The Hothouse by the East River by Muriel Spark, and after an unpromising start this has really drawn me in. What is reality here and what is fantasy? Who is insane and who isn't? Is the character from the past really who he seems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5249961222813518300?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5249961222813518300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/false-starts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5249961222813518300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5249961222813518300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/false-starts.html' title='False starts'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-871597798470987895</id><published>2009-06-04T13:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:13:49.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead</title><content type='html'>This is the famous play by Tom Stoppard, which I had always wanted to read. (Read, not watch! I am definitely a reader at heart). Fortunately I didn't know that this is described as an absurdist, exitentialist, tragicomedy or I would never have wanted to read it. Not burdened by these descriptions I was able to read the work and enjoy its comedy, its horror and tragedy, and the gradual unfolding of its plot. You do have to know Hamlet to understand what's happening, but a recent reading isn't necessary. I don't know what inspired Stoppard to write this, but I would agree that the title as spoken in Hamlet has a certain resonance well beyond the apparent baldness of the statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 238; Book 229&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-871597798470987895?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/871597798470987895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosencrantz-and-guildenstern-are-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/871597798470987895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/871597798470987895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/rosencrantz-and-guildenstern-are-dead.html' title='Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8335970949308554891</id><published>2009-06-03T13:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:33:26.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad, bad and dangerous to know</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's book was a very slim volume, Byron: [the] Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum Exhibition Guide. This accompanied an exhibition held in 1974 illustrating the poet's life. The wording of the guide is allusive rather than direct and sometimes unintentionally comic. "His career, " it states, "was unusually rich in other directions, social, amatory and political ..." His "amatory career" was not so much rich as heroic! Later the guide coyly refers to "his half-sister, Augusta, who was to figure so importantly in his later life" - yes, as his incestuous lover, if rumours are to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Byron have been as famous as a poet if he had not also been the ultimate of bad boys, a rock star figure from the 19th century?  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron#Personal_life"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; some more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day 237; Book 228&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8335970949308554891?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8335970949308554891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-bad-and-dangerous-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8335970949308554891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8335970949308554891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad-bad-and-dangerous-to-know.html' title='Mad, bad and dangerous to know'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-7603571115730237775</id><published>2009-06-02T13:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:27:29.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro</title><content type='html'>Why did I think I wouldn't like this book?  I took against it for no good reason at all but eventually decided to read it.  It is a masterpiece.  The characterisation and complex structure work beautifully.  It's funny but also sad.  Very little is stated explicitly but the character of the butler and the story of his life is gradually revealed.  A wonderful book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read books uninformed as to their content as much as possible, but &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Remains-Day-Kazuo-Ishiguro/dp/0571225381"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; a link if you would prefer to know more about the book.  Scroll down for reviews (watch out for spoilers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 236; Book 227&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-7603571115730237775?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/7603571115730237775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/remains-of-day-by-kazuo-ishiguro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7603571115730237775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/7603571115730237775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/remains-of-day-by-kazuo-ishiguro.html' title='The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-6869615959882916869</id><published>2009-06-01T13:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:09:45.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Chesil Beach by Ian MacEwan</title><content type='html'>This is a beautifully-written book, but rarely can a wedding night have gone so wrong since Tess Durbeyfield married Angel Clare.  Writers of misery memoirs would do well to study how MacEwan handles the possibility of abuse in the background.  It's delicate and ambiguous, but it's there and it informs the rest of the novel.  There have been &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2007/sep/19/bookerclubonchesilbeachby"&gt;conflicting opinions&lt;/a&gt; about the book but I think it is worth reading for the quality of the writing and the evocative prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 235; Book 226&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-6869615959882916869?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/6869615959882916869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-chesil-beach-by-ian-macewan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6869615959882916869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/6869615959882916869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-chesil-beach-by-ian-macewan.html' title='On Chesil Beach by Ian MacEwan'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-9001364381290601469</id><published>2009-06-01T12:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:04:32.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger</title><content type='html'>This is quality chick lit, featuring a boss apparently modelled on the real-life Anna Wintour, editor of Vogue, whose all-round scariness and unapproachability can be guessed at from her nickname "Nuclear Wintour".  It's funny at times and touching at others and has been made into a famous &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458352/"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt;.  It's predictable in parts but still enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-9001364381290601469?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/9001364381290601469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-wears-prada-by-lauren-weisberger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9001364381290601469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/9001364381290601469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/devil-wears-prada-by-lauren-weisberger.html' title='The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-1579622169299965188</id><published>2009-06-01T12:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:59:24.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Gossip by M C Beaton</title><content type='html'>This is the first of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamish_Macbeth"&gt;Hamish Macbeth&lt;/a&gt; books.  I didn't enjoy this as much as the author's Agatha Raisin books, probably because although I hadn't seen many of them, I still had characters from the tv series in my head.  It was strange to be visualising Robert Carlyle while reading a description of a red-haired Highlander.  I don't think I'll go on with this series, which is a shame because there are lots of books in it to collect.  The best bit was a joke which came right at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-1579622169299965188?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/1579622169299965188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-of-gossip-by-m-c-beaton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1579622169299965188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/1579622169299965188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-of-gossip-by-m-c-beaton.html' title='Death of a Gossip by M C Beaton'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-649260435100812826</id><published>2009-05-29T13:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:11:11.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, real-life IT Crowd!</title><content type='html'>Clever Fifecat had an email folder called "Current Work" and it was full of sub-folders of things I was working on, waiting for an answer to, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoopid Fifecat deleted it while tidying up.  Why?? I knew the moment I pressed delete I shouldn't have done it and there it all was, gone, into the ether and never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not until the IT people retrieved it for me because stuff on the server is backed up every night!  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-649260435100812826?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/649260435100812826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-real-life-it-crowd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/649260435100812826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/649260435100812826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-real-life-it-crowd.html' title='Thank you, real-life IT Crowd!'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3491385803953083015</id><published>2009-05-28T13:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:20:01.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark</title><content type='html'>I'd read this before but it's a sort of desert-island book; you could read it again and again and find more in it each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muriel Spark expertly interweaves past, present and future in this complex and compelling novel set in 1930s Edinburgh.  Miss Brodie appears first as a wholly-admirable character, free-spirited and declaring that she is in her prime (which is an excellent idea!  This will be the prime of Ms A Fifecat!) Gradually we become aware of the flaws in her character ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By complete contrast and as I have books to catch up on, I read Terry Deary's Vicious Vikings (part of the Horrible Histories series written for children and teenagers).  This was amusing, and I think I would have found it hilarious when I was younger.  The illustrations were particularly funny.  It was even proper history too, because nothing was presented as truth which could have had any doubt about it (sources and their likely reliability were examined).  A good read, but possibly one which parents would buy for their children rather than the children buy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 230; Book 223&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3491385803953083015?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3491385803953083015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/prime-of-miss-jean-brodie-by-muriel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3491385803953083015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3491385803953083015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/prime-of-miss-jean-brodie-by-muriel.html' title='The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8205110559932043378</id><published>2009-05-27T12:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:00:30.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jupiter Myth by Lindsey Davis</title><content type='html'>This is another Falco mystery, and this one is set in Londinium itself.  What a dump, according to Falco!  There are bodies in the Thamesis of course and dodgy goings-on with a gangster takeover bid, and there's also tragedy for one of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the ancient world, I really fancy a pair of those gladiator sandals!  (Shallow, moi?) I think they would make my legs look stumpy though ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also off the agenda is a &lt;a href="http://www.seabird.org/bassrockgannetsguidedlandingtrips.asp"&gt;trip to the Bass Rock&lt;/a&gt;, a literary location as featured in R. L. Stevenson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catriona&lt;/span&gt;.  It would cost £190 for two though, so I think I'll look for a cheaper literary location to visit in the meantime.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 229; Book 221&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8205110559932043378?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8205110559932043378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/jupiter-myth-by-lindsey-falco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8205110559932043378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8205110559932043378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/jupiter-myth-by-lindsey-falco.html' title='The Jupiter Myth by Lindsey Davis'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3354186693269379689</id><published>2009-05-26T13:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:23:27.265+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of grammar</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;On his 74th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a medicine man living on a nearby reservation who was rumored to have a wonderful cure for erectile dysfunction. After being persuaded, he drove to the reservation, handed his ticket to the medicine man and wondered what was in store for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old medicine man carefully mixed a potion, handed it to him, and with a grip on his shoulder, warned, "This is powerful medicine and it must be respected. You take only a teaspoonful and then say '1-2-3.' When you do that, you will become more manly than you have ever been in your life and you can perform as long as you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was encouraged. As he walked away, he turned and asked, "How do I stop the medicine from working?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your partner must say '1-2-3-4,' he responded. "But when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very eager to see if it worked, so he went home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom. When she came in, he took off his clothes and said, "1-2-3!" Immediately, he was the manliest of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife was excited and began throwing off her clothes. And then she asked, "What was the 1-2-3 for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULD END UP WITH A DANGLING PARTICIPLE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thanks to Scoot for this grammar-related cautionary tale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3354186693269379689?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3354186693269379689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/importance-of-grammar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3354186693269379689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3354186693269379689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/importance-of-grammar.html' title='The importance of grammar'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3077100205757679620</id><published>2009-05-25T13:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:21:59.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Were Warriors by Alan Duff</title><content type='html'>This is a hugely-powerful book, the sort which leaves you feeling as if you have been punched in the stomach.  It's a tragedy of Shakespearean dimensions but one which admits of the possibility of redemption too.  You'll be thinking about this for days after you have finished reading it.  Emotionally, it's not an easy read but it is worth it.  The best books can immerse you completely in a world you knew nothing about before.  In this case it is the present-day lives of the Maori.  The author doesn't shrink from attributing blame wherever he thinks it is deserved, and apparently the book was controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tipping Point is another book well worth reading.  It uses the principles of the spread of disease epidemics, and translates them into sociological and psychological terms.  Why and how do street fashions spread into the mainstream?  What techniques do successful marketers use?  Who are connectors and mavens and why are they so important?  This is all explained in a fascinating and easy to read book.  It almost tempts you to try to start your own epidemic - if only some of the social components weren't so hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I enjoyed another Falco mystery, with the Roman detective this time finding himself reluctantly back in Britain (cold, damp and full of ginger natives, according to him).  Plenty of bodies and the welcome return of Larius the teenage nephew, now all grown up into a hard-drinking, foul-mouthed bundle of hormones.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day    227; Book 220 (eek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3077100205757679620?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3077100205757679620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-were-warriors-by-alan-duff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3077100205757679620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3077100205757679620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-were-warriors-by-alan-duff.html' title='Once Were Warriors by Alan Duff'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8881612531762986268</id><published>2009-05-22T13:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:57:49.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling without reading</title><content type='html'>Back from London and sadly without much reading to report, but I had interesting times with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Bloomsbury area with its tree-lined squares and Georgian buildings, and also the   &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britishmuseum.org/the_museum/history_and_the_building/great_court.aspx"&gt;Great Court&lt;/a&gt; in the British Museum, not to mention lovely little speciality shops like the &lt;a href="http://store.falkiners.com/store/department/25/Japanese-Decorative-Paper/"&gt;bookbinders and paper shop&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a bit like something out of Harry Potter with assistants rushing about to fetch the paper from huge stacks of shelves they had to reach by ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be a business person at City Airport in London but not liking accidentally knocking over a drink (which someone had left on the floor unknown to me) and then a businessman ostentatiously drying his briefcase and glaring at me!  I was innocent!  I didn't know it was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being approached by a panhandling woman who obviously thought I was a soft touch (correctly).  Even without knowing all the means by which you can recognise someone who is telling a lie (I have been watching Tim Roth in &lt;a href="http://www.monstersandcritics.com/smallscreen/news/article_1414435.php"&gt;Lie to Me&lt;/a&gt; on Sky) I could still tell that her story was far too elaborate to be true.  Nevertheless I offered her my change.  Which came to less than a pound.  Which made her stomp off in disgust. (With the change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come back to 2 new books to read on my desk though.  Thanks to Mark and Steve for Once Were Warriors and The Tipping Point which both look really interesting.  (But which must wait - back to work!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8881612531762986268?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8881612531762986268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/travelling-without-reading.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8881612531762986268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8881612531762986268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/travelling-without-reading.html' title='Travelling without reading'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2015492313908650389</id><published>2009-05-19T13:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:30:06.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A work-related book</title><content type='html'>It's not really a book, more of a booklet, but because it was challenging I'm counting it as one!  It's the E-Resources Technical Update by Simon Inger and Tracy Gardner, and it's really the slides of their presentation.  Very interesting for anyone working or using electronic resources in an academic or library field.  For others, not so much.  Good revision for me though before my e-journals meeting in London.  Back on Friday with hopefully some travel reading under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 221; Book 217&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2015492313908650389?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2015492313908650389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-related-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2015492313908650389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2015492313908650389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-related-book.html' title='A work-related book'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5457854678931653723</id><published>2009-05-18T13:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:27:25.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet are wet ...</title><content type='html'>because I thought it was Spring, silly me.  Good weather to stay indoors and read, if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished JonBenet by Steve Thomas and Donald A. Davis.  It was a good clear account of the case, written from the viewpoint of one of the detectives involved.  It was no wonder he had to leave the department if this was what he was up against.  The murder remains unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a loss for something to read on Saturday, so I turned to The Number One Ladies' Detective Agency again.  Even when you know how the cases turn out, this is still so beautifully written that it doesn't really matter.  A book for restoring your faith in human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jo lent me a few more books (thanks pal!) and I read The Savage Garden by Mark Mills.  I'm afraid I hadn't heard of this before but what's not to like about a murder mystery set in Tuscany and featuring Renaissance art and architecture.  I thought the characterisation could have been done in greater depth but it was a really enjoyable book all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 220; Book 216&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5457854678931653723?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5457854678931653723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-feet-are-wet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5457854678931653723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5457854678931653723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-feet-are-wet.html' title='My feet are wet ...'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5073269075215688432</id><published>2009-05-15T13:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:25:10.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress</title><content type='html'>It's a book about the JonBenet Ramsey case in America (where a 6-year-old beauty pageant contestant was found murdered in her home).  This book is really about the police handling of the case (it's written by one of the detectives who was involved).  I wonder what really happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5073269075215688432?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5073269075215688432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-progress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5073269075215688432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5073269075215688432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-progress.html' title='In Progress'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-2786179309117262301</id><published>2009-05-14T12:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:11:58.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Phrase I'm Going Through: My Life in Language by David Crystal</title><content type='html'>I finished this book last night.  It's the autobiography of the language expert David Crystal - or is it his memoir?  See his blog &lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a discussion of these terms.  This was a pretty interesting book because the emphasis was on applied rather than pure linguistics - how it could be of use in speech therapy for instance.  The biographical elements were cleverly handled so that dramatic events were hinted at and then revealed in due course (some of them were tragic, unfortunately).  Of interest to me as a cataloguer was Crystal's time spent working on a "sense engine" so that internet searches could be placed in context despite the varying meanings of words.  I suppose this is a use of the controlled vocabulary that lies behind many web resources these days.  He applied it also to contextual advertising (on sponsored webpages or forums you will see related advertising appearing depending on the words in use on the main page.  As you can imagine this can lead to unfortunate juxtapositions if the vocabulary is not controlled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 216; Book 213&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-2786179309117262301?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/2786179309117262301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-phrase-im-going-through-my-life-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2786179309117262301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/2786179309117262301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-phrase-im-going-through-my-life-in.html' title='Just a Phrase I&apos;m Going Through: My Life in Language by David Crystal'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-3046284883458403004</id><published>2009-05-13T13:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:14:02.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basic Guide to Rubber Stamping</title><content type='html'>At least that's what I think it's called - I'll need to check.  For a beginner, this is an excellent book as every technique is described in detail and then projects are given to illustrate them.  Some of the projects look beautiful.  However some of them are hideous!  Mostly the stamping effects are very good though, and you wouldn't HAVE to make things like plant pots with bits of broken up plant pot stuck on the sides ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: It's The Basics of Rubber Stamping by Inkadinkado (the rubber-stamp company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 215; Book 212&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-3046284883458403004?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/3046284883458403004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/basic-guide-to-rubber-stamping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3046284883458403004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/3046284883458403004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/basic-guide-to-rubber-stamping.html' title='The Basic Guide to Rubber Stamping'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-5736679474996651716</id><published>2009-05-11T13:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:37.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Here's what I have been reading since I last posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was The Savvy Crafter's Guide to Success by Sandra McCall.  I bought this because I thought the Rock Chick would be interested in it.  It was an easy read with lots of useful advice for the aspiring art or craft designer, maker and (importantly, if you want to eat) SELLER!  Encouragingly in a way, some of the art featured was hideous and yet people seem able to make a living from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got all nostalgic and read William's Crowded Hours by Richmal Crompton.  Fellow fans, can you remember the names of William's Outlaws?  These books are beautifully written and very amusing, even for adults.  Touchingly for me, it had "Pat Walker, 1930" written on the flyleaf (that's my dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I read Harlan Coben's Long Gone and Linwood Barclay's No Time for Goodbye.  The Harlan Coben was his latest Myron Bolitar and it was up to his usual exciting standards.  The Linwood Barclay was his first novel and an excellent debut, reminiscent of Coben with its mysteries and plot twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read two books by Elizabeth Noble (thanks Jo), The Reading Group and The Tenko Club.  Both of these are women's books about a group of friends and their relationships, break-ups and families.  They are beautifully written with characters you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read two books set in very different Scotlands.  Alexander McCall Smith's The Unbearable Lightness of Scones is another of his Scotland Street novels with an Edinburgh setting featuring Bertie and his awful mother and the other residents of his street.  It's very witty and perceptive.  Much bleaker was Garnethill by Denise Mina, which is a murder mystery set in Glasgow, but you will be rooting for the feisty heroine by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ginger Tree by Oswald Wynd is about a young Scottish girl who in 1902 sails to China to get married.  It's fascinating with all its period and local detail and the character of Mary is well-described as a girl and as she gets older.  A surprising and terrible thing happens to her, which she eventually comes to terms with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read Ring of Bright Water by Gavin Maxwell before but decided to read it again when I came across it on the bookshelf.  It's honest and beautifully written.  I want a pet otter!  Apparently there are more books by Maxwell so I must look out for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I read Eyes of Darkness by Dean Koontz.  This is a bit of a potboiler even though Koontz had revised it years after it was originally published.  Dean Koontz is a writer whose development has been amazing over the years but this wasn't one of his most original or exciting. Fortunately this one didn't feature a clever dog or mystical happenings (involving the dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Day 213; Book 211&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-5736679474996651716?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/5736679474996651716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5736679474996651716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/5736679474996651716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-catch-up.html' title='Book Catch-Up'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709809659078857383.post-8500515436907994588</id><published>2009-05-11T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:00:25.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Useful Advice</title><content type='html'>1.  Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.    Do not walk ahead of me, for  I may not follow.    Do not walk beside me  either.    Just pretty much leave  me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky  tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It's always darkest before dawn.    So if you're going to steal your  neighbour's newspaper, that's the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be irreplaceable.    If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always remember that you're unique.    Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car  payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That  way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is probably not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.    Teach him how to fish, and  he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. See a penny, pick it up.  And all day long you'll have...  a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was  probably a wise investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it  back in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A closed mouth gathers no foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Duct tape is like 'The Force'.    It has a light side and a dark side,  and it holds the universe together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. There are two theories to arguing with women.    Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are  moving .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**AND**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative  on the same night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709809659078857383-8500515436907994588?l=bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/feeds/8500515436907994588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-useful-advice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8500515436907994588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709809659078857383/posts/default/8500515436907994588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookadayyearofreading.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-useful-advice.html' title='Some Useful Advice'/><author><name>Fifecat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171055643733015101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVUc4Z0EQak/TIeCQUcdeBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DLy0Lx5I9lI/S220/P1070357.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
