Yesterday marked my final shift at work for just over a week, which is what I’m using to explain my lack of post yesterday. It’s so I don’t have to start worrying that every day I creep closer to the big 3-0 (my co-workers delighted in reminding me that it’s only 56 weeks away yesterday) my memory is getting worse. It’s clearly not that. It’s stress. So this holiday came at the right fucking time then. After months of trying to get time off it’s finally happened. We’ve been so short staffed that everyone’s been working so much and it’s not been possible to get my days in. Fortunately, I’ve got until February 14th off so I’m planning on sleeping, reading, sleeping, taking photos, sleeping, and watching films to get ahead. I’m off on holiday for a few days later in the month so I need to get prepared. When I post my next rundown I’m almost certain it’ll be full of regret for wasting my week and doing nothing useful. At least that’s what history tells me to expect.
- The Plague by Albert Camus
After taking a couple of days off last week to get over my crippling illness I am finally recovered from everything except a minor sniffle. So I’ve actually managed to do some reading this week. A good thing too considering how many great purchases I’ve made this week. That TBR is getting worryingly big now.
- What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours by Helen Oyeyemi
This short story collection was another one from my Anticipated Books of 2016 list that I never got round to buying. I suspect my hesitation came from failing to finish Mr Fox. I’m sure it really is as good as everyone says but reading it after Bird, Snow, Boy I just found it too slow. I’ll try again but I think this collection will help. Oyeyemi is a great writer and, as much as I love her, she makes me feel bad for achieving so little when she’s done so much from such a young age. Maybe that’s the real reason I didn’t buy her book for so long?
I already own 4 of the gorgeous Roads Classics edition where the cover is plain apart from a single circle containing a relevant graphic design. They’re beautiful books and such a sophisticated design. I love them so have been meaning to add to my collection. I currently own: Wuthering Heights; Madame Bovary; Journey to the Centre of the Earth; and What Maisie Knew. This week I added two more: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum; and The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli. They are both beautiful and I look forward to getting round to reading them in a few years time.
- The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker
This is the first book that I’ve purchased from my Anticipated Books of 2017 list and it’s a beauty. It’s the story of two female friends who pursue a career as creators of animated films. It sounds super exciting and, if the gorgeous and colourful cover is any indication, will be a great read.
- The Ashes of London by Andrew Taylor (Kindle Edition)
Don’t know where I first saw this but wherever it was it encouraged me to go straight to the Kindle store to find a copy. It happened to be a bargain so I couldn’t resist. It tells the story of a murder mystery during the Great Fire of London. As a lover of history I’m always drawn to these kinds of books so I hope this will not follow the trend of crime thrillers that I’ve recently read.
- Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang (Kindle Edition)
I still haven’t seen Arrival but, with all the complaints I’ve read about Amy Adams not being nominated for an Oscar, it’s something I’m hoping to soon rectify. In the meantime, and whilst it was so bloody cheap on Amazon, I decided to buy the short story collection that contains the story the film was based on. The whole collection sounds incredible though so I’ll probably dip in and out whilst I finish up with Camus.
In the wake of John Hurt’s death at the end of Januray I decided to watch this. I’ll discuss it tomorrow if you fancy it.
I started watching the short-lived television show Backstrom when it came on Netflix because my love for Rainn Wilson runs deep. It was better than I expected. However, it mainly succeeded in making me want to rewatch 24 because it features Dennis Haysbert. I know it’s terrible to see an actor as a single role but Haysbert will always be President David Palmer in my mind. The best damn President fictional America has ever seen. So I started watching 24 from the first series again. It’s probably the only thing I’m going to do on my week off. It won’t be a waste though.