SUNDAY RUNDOWN – THAT’S WHAT SHE READ
I promised myself that I wouldn’t be late to bed tonight because I’m working at 7 tomorrow. I always let myself get too distracted the night before an early and end up having to survive on 4/5 hours sleep. As you can tell by the fact that I’m writing this at 23:30 that I’m not doing very well. An unexpected trip down memory lane royally fucked up my plans for the evening and I’m desperately trying to catch-up. My father brought a load of old photos home from my Grandfather’s house and we spent a good chunk of the night going through them. Thankfully, there weren’t too many examples of my many fashion disasters so I didn’t have to be too mortified. Still, there’s more than enough of them around my parent’s house that I’ll have that joy to come one day.
- The Woman Next Door by Yewande Omotoso
Yeah. I know. I fucking suck at this reading thing. I’m honestly trying but I keep getting distracted. There’s always something going on and I tend to get dragged into Pokemon Go on every train journey instead of using my time wisely. However, I’ve started to blank my coworkers during my lunchtimes and take the time to read in the sun. As long as the weather holds I’ll hopefully get a good 45 minutes every lunch.
- The Bed Moved: A John Murray Original by Rebecca Schiff
Looking at the Amazon page doesn’t really explain why I bought this book. It has a single 1 star review and that’s it. However, it’s been on my wish list for absolutely ages and I decided it was time to indulge. The Bed Moved is a short story collection featuring tales of people growing up and looking for love. It gives a selection of views into the act of maturing when you’re a human person and the joy and sadness that is mixed up in the process. I don’t care what Amazon says, I’m looking forward to this.
- Wanting It by Diana Whitney
I recently decided that I don’t read enough poetry these days. Having studied Romanticism at University I was used to having to read poetry on a regular basis and I enjoyed it. Now I’m not doing it for educational purposes, I find my desire to read poems has increased. I also happen to think this is a terrible thing. So I’m attempting to read more poems. Starting with this collection that I’ve been eyeing up for longer than I can remember. This is Whitney’s first collection and it features poems about sensuality and growing up. It’s becoming a bit of theme of this rundown I see.
- Whisky Galore by Compton Mackenzie
Bought this on a lunchtime whim at my local bookstore because I fell in love with the cover. I initially went in to buy the anniversary edition of Catch 22 that has been giving me it’s come hither stare from the window for a while. However, as soon as I saw this gorgeous cover and read the back I knew which book was meant to be mine. Set in 1943 and a time where rationing has had a major effect on all food and beverages. So what happens when a poor Scot is left with a life without whisky? I’m pretty sure my Scottish heritage had a lot to do with this selection.
This weeks TBT gave me the perfect excuse to watch Richard Ayoade’s directorial debut again. It’s still as whimsical yet delightful as I remember. With rumblings of Wes Anderson, the film is a fun look into weird teenage love and drama. A great British film.
Today was all about finally getting round to seeing this film. I’ve spent weeks trying to defend this to anyone I hear dismiss it without good reason so I wanted to see it to find out if I’d backed the right horse. Safe to say I have a lot of feelings. You’ll find them out on Tuesday,
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Who is Murdocal? A casual critic who is a little bit too obsessed with pop culture. A young woman who swears and rants much more than she knows she should whilst trying to make her way in an adult world she isn't prepared for. A not as recent as she'd like literature graduate who, between job applications and subsequent rejections, has turned to the internet to fight the boredom and review the shit out of everything.
"Maybe, just maybe, I'm the faller. Every family has someone who falls, who doesn't make the grade, who stumbles, who life trips up. Maybe I'm our faller."