|Trotwood generously poses once more.|
And there it was, the last ever book fair. "Sad, but understandable" is my official statement. My unofficial statement was through tears in the car on the way back!
Here it is:
- The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters. I already own Fingersmith and am planning on reading them both soon after I read a blog post a few months ago by the lovely Charlotte and thought I must try reading one. The Night Watch wasn't there, but Charlotte said, "You can’t be let down by a Sarah Waters book, can you?". So there it is, on good authority.
- Notes from the Underground and The Gambler in one volume by Dostoyevsky. I lent my friend Notes a few weeks ago, and I thought as these books are so so cheap it would be nice to let her keep mine and get a new one, plus this has the added bonus of having The Gambler.
- The Abbot by Sir Walter Scott. Partly because it's such a nice edition, and partly because I want to read Sir Walter.
- Empire of the Sun by J. G. Ballard. I see this a lot on people's reading lists, so I thought I ought to try it.
- Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. This was a victory! I bought Middlesex when I was in university after reading The Virgin Suicides and accidently left it in the common room. I was late for my train, so I thought "It'll be fine". It wasn't. It was gone the next day.
- Great Northern? and The Picts and the Martyrs by Arthur Ransome. Because as I said in the last post, I loved Swallows and Amazons so much.
- Le Grand Meaulnes by Alain-Fournier. I read the back and it appealed.
- Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. To replace my missing copy.
- Taming and Training Your First Budgerigar by Teitler. Trotwood doesn't like the look of it, but I explained to him he was already tame and I feel he is as "trained" as I want him to be (I'd only teach him tricks if I felt he was bored, but he doesn't seem bored in the slightest). No, I got this because it has a first aid section for budgies, plus I think I'll enjoy reading it. I've read a few books about parrots (Little G, you may remember, is an African Grey), and budgies are parrots, but those books dwelt more on the bigger birds.
- Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks. On the 100 Greatest list.
- Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne. I need to read this!
- Engleby by Sebastian Faulks. Because who knows, I may forgive Faulks for ruining my life one of these days.
So there you have it, the final stash. Sad that it's the last, but there it is.
And, in other news... I'm in a rut. It's taking forever to read The Warden, not because I don't like it, but because I only seem to get time to read five or six pages at a time. Furthermore, I can't seem to write my post on the Brontes. It simply will not come, and that's deeply annoying because I'm not even trying to write intelligently, I just wanted to share some thoughts. I am still enjoying Allie's Victorian Celebration, however, and I think once this post is up I'm going to have an early night and try and finish The Warden. My plan is (or was) this: to write a post on the Brontes, then a post on Trollope, Gaskell, and Darwin for the 1850s. And then, I think I'd like just one more week on the 1850s. I was intending on having one week for the 1840s, two for the 1850s, then one each for the 1860s, 1870s, 1880s, and 1890s - 1900s, but if I stuck to that it would mean not reading Little Dorrit or Tom Brown's School Days. That would be silly, because I'm ready for them both.
Tonight, then, bath, bed, and The Warden. I don't like this frustration, I'm enjoying it, but it's been five days of reading such a short book. I want to move on to Darwin (it's a very abridged On Origins, one of the Penguin Greats, about 100 pages) and then Little Dorrit.