I’m supposed to be doing a tag post today, in fact, it’s in my drafts. However, I shall save it for another time.
I have read three books by Angela Thirkell: High Rising, Wild Strawberries and Summer Half. I enjoyed Summer Half the most.
In High Rising there is this glorious scene where an editor reads the book of the girl he’s in love with and … and realises she can’t write. At all. So he panics and enlists the heroine and oh, but it’s so funny!
She pointed to Sibyl’s typescript upon a table, but Adrian made no movement towards it, gazing at it as if it were a snake which had hypnotized him.
“Isn’t it ghastly?” he managed to get out.
I bought Rook by Sharon Cameron and I’m about half way through. The hero’s eyes are very blue and there is a very strong Scarlet Pimpernel thread – but nothing beats Percy, I’m afraid. I’m also half way in Summer Lightning by PG Wodehouse (who I always seem to call Woad-house but it’s Wood-house isn’t it? It’s confusing I tell you).
I finished The Dragons We Hunt trilogy on the 20th of this month and my word, I’m so very glad that it’s finished. It is going to require a lot of butchery and such, but I shall enjoy it. No, really, I shall.
Of course there’s NaNoWriMo coming up, but at present I am caught in the grips of a short story. After finishing a big project, I’ve learned that it’s essential to not tax your brain too much. We are but human after all.
Autumn has found me rich in books but poor in shelves. How very fortunate I am to be able to read and write. I don’t want to ever, ever take this gift for granted.
Right, the story calls. I’m calling it Sandwiches for the time being.
Have a lovely weekend, won’t you?