Read 'A Long Way Down' by Nick Hornby on the plane journey to Orlando. Didn't intentionally set out to read a book about suicide on way to two weeks of holiday, but there you go. It was a case of downloading a selection of books by authors I like, and picking one to make a start on once we were settled on the plane, and the rest is history. Anyway, maybe the book isn't actually about suicide anyway, maybe it's about people looking out for each other when they really need it, and how, even when life can seem at its bleakest, somehow it's worth sticking around and seeing how the story pans out.
Saturday trip to an Oxfam bookstore and could have come away with more, but thankfully I managed to get online (via N hotspotting me) and so avoiding buying a bunch of duplicates. Pleased to spot the two Rivers of London novellas. I thought that I was doing well with getting these, as this brings me up to nine, but it turns out that I am a tad out of date as we are up to 16 now. Oh well, I will keep plugging away. As for the Jane Gardam, loved Old Filth and have started to pick up her books when I spot them. This is one of her earlier novels, and was nominated for the Booker, so much hope. Lee Child - 20 short stories - they will get devoured! A Sebastian Faulks paperback. I have the first edition, but now I have a reading copy too which was missing from my paperback shelf, as evident from the photograph. I've just finished his 'Fires Which Burned Brightly' which, as a series of essays, I picked up and put down over a quite a while. More of that another time.
