As usual, I have a small stack of books waiting to be reviewied, including the only book I’ve actually managed to finish so far this year. It has been a rather lean January, for some reason – something of a reading slump. But not a buying slump, as this post will attest – I’ve been buying with abandon again.
The books fall broadly into old-and-characterful, and newish-and-colourful. Here goes:
– Going Abroad by Rose Macaulay : which I found in a charity shop. I’m building up a nice stock of Macaulay novels to enjoy.
– Uneasy Money by P.G. Wodehouse : a cheap Wodehouse never hurts, does it?
– The Houses In Between by Howard Spring : an e-friend, Carol, is a big Spring fan, so I thought I’d give him a go. Any Spring readers out there?
– To Tell My Story by Irene Vanbrugh : I mentioned the other day that this theatrical autobiography was in the post to me. In my reading slump I find myself hankering after non-fiction rather more than fiction, so this might leap-frog all the novels waiting patiently by my bed.
– Romantic Moderns by Alexandra Harris : was a 2010 title I wanted and waited for – I anticipate dipping in and out quite a bit.
– Tarr by Wyndham Lewis : is the next read for my book group, and kindly provided by the good people at Oxford University Press. Fantastic cover image.
– The Gingerbread Woman by Jennifer Johnston : is probably coming up soon for my other book group, depending on how the online vote goes, but this archive review of Kim’s has made me want to read it.
– Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson : I still haven’t read Gilead, but I thought I’d get this one in readiness, in case it launches me on an immediate Robinson rampage.
– The World I Live In by Helen Keller : a reader had requested this at the Bodleian, and it so intrigued me that I went and got a copy myself.