It’s been a while since I did a Weekend Miscellany – I had a few thoughts for them in May, but A Book A Day took over. I also realised I was going to reflect on A Book A Day In May and haven’t yet. Well, this year it was harder than before, I’ll admit. That was a mix of my eyes not being great (they never fully recovered after getting Covid for a second time last September, though are nowhere near as bad as they were in December 2022, praise the Lord), having a busier-than-usual calendar, and possibly having read an awful lot of the obvious novella choices already. The second half of the month was definitely easier, and I finished some fantastic books. Will I do it again next year? Well, probably.
My only project for June is Reading the Meow, Mallika’s week of cat-themed reading, which kicks off on Monday.
But let’s have a book, a blog post, and a link – happy weekend!

1.) The book – Somehow I’ve not mentioned the latest British Library Women Writers book?! It’s Forest Silver by E.M. Ward, set in wartime in the Lake District. It’s not one I chose for the series, but it’s an interesting look at what war was like outside of London – which so often dominates ‘home front’ novels.
2.) The link – John Self has written as fascinating post on Booker prizewinners that were initially rejected by publishers, over at the Booker Prize website. It’s very well researched, and particularly interesting is the way people differently remember (often to their own advantage) the rejection process…
3.) The blog post – Moira always writes such interesting posts at Clothes in Books, and this one from May on mourning clothes in books is particularly intriguing.





Much of the weekend has gone, but it’s not too late for a weekend miscellany. Here in the UK it is very sunny, so I’m going to take my book off to a park to find an ice cream in a minute. First, I’ll leave you with a book, a blog post, and a link.
Happy weekend! I’m off on holiday so won’t be blogging for a bit. But, dear burglars, there will be someone in my house while I’m away. No burgling please! Or burglarising, for my American friends. Or burglarizing, I suppose. The word ‘burgle’ has lost all meaning for me.
