Well my reading has not progressed much from last week! I’ve been so busy with university I’ve only managed to finish one book (Michael McIntyre’s autobiography). Lets hope that this week is a little more productive!
I have a maths assignment to write so all of this pile is getting perused!
I’m still reading PD James. Its good, but I’m not totally into the characters yet.
This is my favourite book from childhood and I still like to re-read it, so I’m hoping this week if I get into a reading slump it will save me!
What are you reading this week?
Oh my oh my did I love this book. It has been sitting on my shelf for over a year now. I thought it looked good, brought it on an impulse and then it sat on my shelf and it mocked me. It was just so thick and I never considered that I had the time to read it. So it just sat there. And looked at me.
Yet over the Easter holidays I was in full essay avoidance mode and I decided to start it. Goodness me was that one excellent decision of mine! In the end I finished it in under a week it was that good!
This is a really well written, structured and plotted novel that grips you from the get go. The characters are interesting, complicated and their motivations are believable, pretty important in a novel that is 600+ pages long!
I would recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys epic fantasy novels or just simply well plotted and interesting books. Despite this novels length I was never bored with the story and was ecstatic to find out that there was a sequel and that its part of a planned trilogy.
You can bet that the sequel is now on my library request lists!
I leave you with this quote from the back cover, and if this doesn’t make you want to read the book I don’t know what will!
‘I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I have burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
My name is Kvothe. You may have heard of me.’
If you have read this book let me know- did you enjoy it as much as me?
I finished Patrick Rothfuss the Name of the Wind! I took a lot of dedicated ignoring of my assignment but I did it… full review coming later in the week.
I’m going for easy reads this week as I am going back to university 😦 As you know I’m a fan of biography and Michael McIntyre is pretty darn funny so I’m hoping the two have met in a joyous union here.
I will be reading this book for the foreseeable future! It just takes so long!
This I picked up for 50p at a charity shop- deal! And we all know how I can’t resist a bit of crime fiction!
What are you reading this week friends?
Calories and Corsets by Louise Foxcroft is a non-fiction title which I borrowed from my library as an e-book on a whim. (Yes, I am still amazed by this service and now borrow more e-books than physical books from my library!) It is a brief history of dieting and diet fads that spans from ancient history to the modern day.
I borrowed it mostly because I am a sucker for non-fiction titles and I enjoy reading popular history titles. I wasn’t disappointed by this book. It is a light and airy overview of diet history that focused mostly on recent history say the 1700 onwards. Which was logical considering that this was the point from which fad dieting really began to explode as a phenomenon.
What I found most fascinating from this book was really how little fad dieting has changed in the last 300 years. All of the modern latest ‘quick fix’ diets have all be done before and low-carb diets are in no way a new invention! I was also interested to find out that the medias obsession with celebrities weight was not new either- apparently Lord Byron in his day was quite hounded for his eating habits! Louise Foxcroft’s writing was engaging and I never lost interest; I think I read this in about 2 evenings.
All in all a good easy read that makes you think about your own eating habits and how history has an amazing tendency to repeat itself.
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So I have become a bit of a Dexter addict. James and I got a free one months subscription to Netflix, and, well, my evenings were lost to Mr Dexter. I found the show incredibly engaging and I could have happily watched it all day… but Netflix only had up until Season 2 and that kinda stymied my party. But what does any good book nerd do when she likes the TV show but has no more? She buys the book. Obviously. (For the grand sum of 1p on Amazon no less (ignoring the £2.80 I had to pay in postage!))
So how does the book measure up to the TV series. Normally I would phrase this question the other way around but since I saw the show first that is the image I have of dear Mr Dexter Morgan. Darkly Dreaming Dexter is the first of 4 novels by Lindsay about Dexter and as far as I can tell the plot of Season 1 of the TV show follows this novel quite closely. The TV show is an excellent adaptation, and you can really feel the edge to the character that Jeff Lindsay depicts here.
I should probably back up and explain what this is all about! Dexter Morgan is a serial killer with a code of honour who works for Miami police by day and kills murders and other criminals by night. The book is written from Dexter’s perspective and quite disturbingly by the end of the novel (and the TV series for that matter) you are on Dexter’s side and rooting in his corner. This book does have the unfortunate side effect of making you exaime your own morals quite closely!
The book is narrated in first person, and that isn’t to everyones taste, but I found that it lent an engaging edge to the story. Lindsay sustains a believable tone for Dexter’s internal monologues and in part because of the narration style you end up viewing the story from Dexter’s perspective, siding with his views.
The one caveat I would add is that this novel is probably not suitable for those with a delicate disposition- there are some pretty graphic descriptions of blood and the like that could offend.
Overall a really good read and I defiantly looking up the next books in the series. I believe I have 3 more to go… happy days!
Just before I start I wanted to say thank you for all your lovely comments on my last few posts. University and finishing my teaching placement has been insane over the last few weeks so I haven’t been able to reply individually but I wanted to say thank you, I’ve read them all!
So on with the review. The Carpet Makers was a book which I picked up on a whim during my most recent trip to the library. I was drawn to it on the shelf because it stood out from the other offerings. Amongst the usual dark spines of the fantasy and sci-fi novels the white cover of this book stood out like a sore thumb. It helped that the title wasn’t your average sci-fi one as well. I admit it, I was intrigued.
The first chapter reads like a bit of a fairy tale really, the opening sentence setting the scene for a story which you think you know where its going.
‘Knot after knot, day in, day out, for an entire lifetime, always the same hand movements, always looping the same knots in the fine hair, so fine ad so tiny that with time, the fingers trembled and the eyes became weak with the strain- and still the progress was hardly noticeable. On a day he made good headway, there was a new piece of his carpet perhaps as big as his fingernail.’
But you would have been fooled. I was fooled. I expect every one who has ever read this book has been fooled. This story doesn’t end up where you expect. The chapters link in un-expected ways, characters cross paths when you least expect it and the stage is so much bigger than you first imagine.
It has been translated impeccably from German and the translation flows so well that you wouldn’t immediately know that you were reading a novel in translation. Most upsettingly this is the only novel by Eschbach that has currently been translated in to English, and my reading will be so much poorer for it. Read this book to be amazed at the cleverness of the story construction and then to be heart broken because unless you speak German this is your only opportunity to bask in Eschbach’s prose.
I sat down to read The Fault in Our Stars with an awful lot of expectation. I have read and loved a lot of John Green’s back catalogue, I follow his youtube channel and watched him sign the entire first printing of this book and I have seen my internet explode with praise for this book.
In my mind this book had a lot to live up to.
It did not disappoint.
I read this book in one day. I just couldn’t help myself. I connected immediately with the main characters, they were funny, smart and Green’s way of writing their interactions was just delicious. The book, despite its subject matter, teenage cancer, was surprisingly hopeful. I didn’t come away from this book feeling depressed, yes parts of it were heartbreaking, and yes there were tears (mine), but at the end I came away feeling as if the story was complete.
The only thing for me that could improve John Green’s writing would be if he could do it faster! It generally seems to take him about 3 or so years to produce a new novel. And I know they are without fault excellent, thought provoking, funny and clever. I know each word is crafted, each sentence flows and each chapter is carefully plotted. But still. I’m greedy. His writing is so good I am addicted and I can only want more.