It wasn’t a particularly good month for reading last month. Not for new reads, at any rate.
I attempted two new reads, but neither lasted very long, and I retreated to the safety and comfort of Heyer and whizzed through nine or ten of her novels, starting with The Talisman Ring and ending with The Foundling. I think one of my most favourite characters is from Frederica and is the heroine’s youngest brother Felix. Never fails to make me smile, does Felix.
So, the two new attempts which failed.
Wormwood, by GP Taylor. I got a few chapters through, but it just wasn’t encouraging me to keep reading, particularly. It was very easy to put it down and not pick it up again. A shame, since the premise seemed decent.
And Lord of the Flies, by William Goulding. I’ve tried this before and I got about five chapters in before deciding the boys just weren’t interesting enough, despite their general ghastliness. This time, since I knew the start, I had a go from the other end and tried the final chapters to see if the end was good enough to find out what happened in the middle.
Sadly, even with that spoiler, I still wasn’t enthused enough to go back and fill in the blanks.
And now I’m trying Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, by Louis de Bernières, which seems far my sort of read, and which I’ve neither read nor watched before.
Fairy Cake Living 