The Book

Scrutinizer and Woolston Woman Jane, I wholeheartedly apologise for keeping you waiting so long. I flew away to Crete for a family holiday and promptly forgot all about my blog . As my plane touched down in merry old England I turned my phone back on and got a flurry of emails informing me that my blog had gone wild with comments. I was a bit scared to look for a while; I thought maybe the Big Mean Man was back again to tell me off for whining. When I finally plucked up the courage to read them I felt really quite nice. So, thank you. It’s a nice feeling knowing someone actually reads what you write and that it gets people talking (even if it was more Scrutinizer’s doing than my own). I do really appreciate all my comments, which I should have let you all know sooner. I even appreciated the Big Mean Man’s comments in a strange, tearful and frightened way.

But back to the matter at hand, The Book.

I’m a bit worried about revealing the book now. I don’t think it’s going to impress. Frankly, it’s going to be a bit of a letdown to all of you. Maybe it will give you something to think about though, with regards to your female fiction/male non-fiction question? Which by the way, I have been thinking about. Some of the best books I have read were non-fiction. I massively enjoyed reading about Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire and my Mum’s just finished Stuart Macungie’s new book and absolutely loved it. I will happily read both fiction and non-fiction. But then, I will happily read anything.

The book I am currently reading, which has had you all on tenterhooks, is the third in the Game of Thrones series. A fantasy/epic/really quite violent series of books by George R R Martin. I started watching the TV series, fell in love with all the characters and announced to no one in particular that I would watch no more of it until I’d read the books. I had a minor blip over my holiday when I finished book three part one on the first day of the holiday but had not been able to buy book three part two (why book three was split into two parts, I do not know). So, shock horror, I was forced to read something else. And by something else I mean, The Help (really, truly amazing); When God Was a Rabbit (not so amazing, but still quite good); The Distant Hours (pure silliness); A Tiny Bit Marvellous (a bit weird, I felt like I was reading about my own family) and The Official DSA Guide to Driving, the Essential Skills (incredibly confusing for a non driver). I told you I would read anything.

So, there you have it. I was/am reading an epic fantasy series, as well as the rules of the road, a few chick lit’s, a book about civil rights in 1960’s Mississippi and a strange story about a girl with a rabbit named God.

I hope this book review has sufficed, Mr Scrutinizer and Mrs Woolston Woman Jane? It wasn’t incredibly detailed, I know, but I am currently in a tizz over a BBC work experience application form. I don’t know why I always think I can do two jobs at once.

Rest assured I will produce a blog more interesting and actually relating to my life as a graduate as soon as possible. As soon as I’m recovered from my holiday and am sufficiently recovered from the shock of the Big News I need to share with you all. It is such Big News that it needs its own separate blog, really. I hope you're ready for it.