I am so enjoying being on semester break, reading what I want to read.
Before it all fires up again at the end of July and I will once again be immersed in texts from six hundred years ago, I intend to read the following:
The Secret River by Kate Grenville. Almost finished this and loving it. I had only read two Grenvilles before; hated Lilian's Story and appreciated the prose and imagery of The Idea of Perfection but it just didn't grip me. But this one? Wow. Wow is all I can say. [That was an erudite book review eh? Wow.] Ok I'll try to elaborate. The prose is elegant and evocative, the subject matter fascinating and the characters draw you in ... wow. Nup sorry, all I can really say is wow.
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. I know nothing about this except it's meant to be good and it's for book group so I will be reading it next if I can get it from the library. Which I have not been able to so far.
Eucalyptus by Murray Bail because I must be the only person on the planet who hasn't read it and it nearly starred Our Nic and Our Russ (who becomes NZ's Russ when he throws telephones about, have you noticed?) and it will feed my eucalyptus tree obsession. Hopefully. And Mr Soup read it some time ago and did that annoying thing of You really must read this! and You are going to LOVE this book, and so on every five paragraphs.
And The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. I read her book of short stories Interpreter of Maladies last year and was blown away. She is an Indian expat [Desi?? Is that correct?] writer whose writing is so fluid and delicious it makes me squirm. Go read her, she's brilliant. What is it about Indian writers for me? I adore anything and everything by Rohinton Mistry and Arundhati Roy is my heroine. The visual of the girls 'sashaying' in The God of Small Things has stuck with me forever. And Mr Soup has just read About a Boy but it will have to be my summer reading owing to its sheer size.
EDITED: A Suitable Boy, not About a Boy. Duh.
Finally, three things which I am coveting and firmly believe will change my life.
• A pair of these, first spotted here and then another version here. My mouse hand gets so cold.
• And finally, one of these would be good right now. To assist me in overcoming the desire to shoot someone.
A hefty dollop of whirled peas wouldn't go astray either.