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Alas that funk does not mean funky
One indication of my wibbles this last month is that I read eight of the ten Mary Russell books in four weeks, half of them in the last seven days. They're excellent pre and post-op books, I grant you that; interesting enough to satisfy but not demanding at all. In fact I'm a bit miffed that I have nothing similar to carry me through the mug of July. Bar O Jerusalem and The Game, which I don't think I'm up for, post-colonial sensibilities or not.
(Must say, it's a good thing I couldn't get into the second book, A Monstrous Regiment of Women, and finished it last, because then for sure I wouldn't have read any of the others. Holmes has always wanted to kiss Mary violently, from the moment he first saw her as a seeming fifteen year old boy? I do not think so.)
Should either sit down with a door-stopper like A Suitable Boy, or start on that pile of picked up books that threatens to topple off the whatnot cabinet. A Suitable Boy is not portable so maybe Ackroyd it is.
A Monstrous Regiment (30)
Justice Hall (28)
The God of the Beehive (26)
A Letter of Mary (24)
The Language of Bees (19?)
The Moor (15)
Locked Rooms (12)
The Beekeeper's Apprentice (6)
Lovingkindness- Salzberg
(Must say, it's a good thing I couldn't get into the second book, A Monstrous Regiment of Women, and finished it last, because then for sure I wouldn't have read any of the others. Holmes has always wanted to kiss Mary violently, from the moment he first saw her as a seeming fifteen year old boy? I do not think so.)
Should either sit down with a door-stopper like A Suitable Boy, or start on that pile of picked up books that threatens to topple off the whatnot cabinet. A Suitable Boy is not portable so maybe Ackroyd it is.
A Monstrous Regiment (30)
Justice Hall (28)
The God of the Beehive (26)
A Letter of Mary (24)
The Language of Bees (19?)
The Moor (15)
Locked Rooms (12)
The Beekeeper's Apprentice (6)
Lovingkindness- Salzberg
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There's a part in it where a character shocks a book club by telling them that he only got through Shakespeare's plays by ripping his "Collected Plays" into single-play-long chunks and carrying one at a time around with him, so there's always that solution...
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If it had been a fantasy they'd just have published it in three volumes.
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