I’ve spent most of my extra time for the internet on Facebook and on Flickr. I want to get back to posting here this week and I should have plenty to post about as I’ve just been to York for a holiday to visit some in-laws.
But in the meantime, I’ve read:
14. Hard Cool by Ian Rankin – I’ve wanted to read a book by Rankin, but didn’t want to start in on his detective series. This was a good story and I wouldn’t mind reading another by him.
15. The Judging Eye by R. Scott Bakker – The first three in this series were exceptional, a breath of fresh air in a stale genre, but this one was self-indulgent rubbish with overlong descriptions and ingrown characters. I don’t know if I’ll have the stomach to continue this series.
Books I tried to read:
X. The Witches of Chiswick by Robert Rankin – I had read a book by Tom Holt and it was dire. So, I’d naturally lumped Robert Rankin into the same category of modern, schlocky humour. When the opportunity came to buy this book from library for 30p, I took it so I could give him a chance. For the first 50-70 pages, I was liking it and patting myself on the back for rescuing an author that I hadn’t given a chance. I put one of his books on my wishlist and rejoiced, because finding a new author that I like was rare. Then came page 71, or thereabouts, Barry… The TIME SPROUT. He’s a sprout… that controls time. Nuff said. Book in Bin.