I have a confession. Yes… another. But I suspect I’m not alone in this one although it may sadly see me fall in your estimation a little. Umm… again.
You’ll be pleased to know I’m finally over the flu. And I apologise for being such a misery-guts for the two-three weeks I was plagued by that dreaded lurgy.
You’d think, given I was again well, I’d have raced through a million books last week. But… I didn’t as it happens. I had a couple of nights off – binge watching the TV show True Detective and catching up on taped-TV. It also took a little longer than expected (ie. 3 nights) to get through Peter Carey’s Amnesia.
So… although you may recall I’ve had the odd brainwave or ten – for my own Debbish reality TV show; an Australian version of Escape to the Country; a dictation app that allows you to use FB & Twitter verbally; and my bedtime stories app – ASTOUNDINGLY none of these have come to fruition.
The back cover blurb of You by Caroline Kepnes tells us this is a novel about love and obsession. Though – in case you’re wondering – it’s mostly about obsession, with a bit of stalking thrown in for good measure.
One day, like any other, Joe Goldberg is minding his own business in the book shop he manages when Guinevere Beck enters his life to buy some books. He’s funny and flirty. She’s funny and flirty. And Joe decides that Beck (as she prefers to be known) is obviously in love with him and they’re destined to be together.
I shared this link from BuzzFeed on Facebook the other day: 10 things to say in meetings to sound more intelligent.
The pics (and probably the quotes) in question are from a new Aussie TV show called Utopia.
Last week was not a great one for me. My flu continued. In fact, when the week started I was as miserable as I’d been the entire week before – seemingly getting no better. Of course when you’re sick EVERYTHING is worse, so a couple of my non-book related blog posts (the good, bad and the ugly; and sitting with feelings) were all in the woe-is-me and my-life-sucks vein.
I’m not supposed to be writing this. In fact, I need to download that software which forbids you from going online or opening other programs when you’re supposed to be focussing on something else.
However… I’m writing something and – as one does – cutting an pasting from an old document. And I noticed the thing I’m cutting and pasting from is very old as I’ve left TWO spaces after the end of each sentence.
I have to admit I’m a bit nervous when I start to read a book by an author who’s midway through a series. I either suffer from ‘WTF is happening?’ syndrome’; there are big reveals from previous novels rendering them redundant; OR they’re really crap (which is why I haven’t stumbled across the author previously) and I haven’t missed out on anything.
I hadn’t read any of Barbara Fradkin’s novels before and hadn’t even heard of the Canadian with more than a dozen novels under her belt. So it was with some trepidation I opened her latest Inspector Green novel, None So Blind.