I finished reading Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall a couple of weeks ago and it was so good I almost didn't recognise how good it was. She slipped me into Tudor England so easily, I took it for granted. At the same time I was listening to the audio book of Charles Dickens' Little Dorritt in the care (26 CDs!). Aren't I privileged to have access to such amazing books? Little Dorritt has such great characters. Wolf Hall got 10/10. Little Dorritt got 9.5/10. I have also read Anita Shrieve's Testimony - what a great way to construct a narrative - 8.5/10.
Now I'm reading The Street Philosopher by Matthew Plampin, recommended by a good friend, so am immersed in the Crimean War.
Desperately need a daft easy trashy novel to listen to in the car, while feeling overworked and stressed. Visit to library at weekend.
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Also, though, I like to do a brief review of the books I have been reading, so these are interspersed throughout. I reserve the right to write blog entries, also, about other random things.
Why do I keep this blog? I don't know. I am an academic and one of my research interests is around how people construct their own identities. The diary transcriptions, and what I write about my books, are very much about revealing something of my identity.
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