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Mostly you will find, here, transcribed entries from the secret diary that I used to keep as a teenager between 1970 and 1975. I try to be honest with my transcriptions, but, just occasionally I do edit, to protect myself or others from embarrassment or some other emotion.
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.

Friday, 8 July 2011

Just finished reading . . .

'The Weight of Water' by Penelope Evans (audiobook)

6/10



I've gone back to my old system of borrowing audio-books from the library, working my way through the alphabet. This might be considered to be a little sad and restrictive by some, but I like to have my choices restricted, and I quite like to be forced towards books that I wouldn't normally consider. I have some rules. I don't listen to murders and thrillers in the car or whilst ironing as this may cause crashes or burns. I don't listen to overly complex and sophisticated prose, because I have to be alert in traffic jams, and I can lose whole paragraphs that matter. Unlike a written book, the audio-book doesn't allow me to revisit the last page - I have to go back a whole 3 minute track.

So anyway, I was up to the letter 'E', which didn't offer much scope in my local library. I was prepared to bend my rule and move on to 'F', but then saw this one. Glad I did - it was a good story. It was good because it had a ghost in it, and an interesting relationship. The reader was good, too.
It only got 6 marks because it went on with itself a little, slow-moving. I wanted to fast-forward, but I was frightened of missing something. With some books I don't want my car journey (or the ironing!) to end, because I am so gripped, but I wasn't bothered with this one - which is a sure indicator for marking.

Not sure that I would rush to read Penelope again, but wouldn't say no, if one turned up, next time I get round to the letter 'E'.

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