The living room pile
Another highly productive weekend. I'm exhausted. There are two big piles of books in my house; one in the living room (books in transit) and one by the bed. To occupy the empty (book-free) hours while the boys sleep, I'm sorting out the living room pile today. It's illuminating. Waiting to be read: Barbara Kingsolver, 'Animal, Vegetable, Miracle' (I didn't finish it before the new world order commenced; I've been describing it to everyone I know based on the half I have read, probably wildly innacurately.) Celia Lashlie, 'He'll be OK' (About raising boys into good men; barely skimmed the first chapter so far and I'm a bit scared of it. Parenting books are usually exhausting and demoralising.) Philip Reeve, 'Mortal Engines' and 'Predator's Gold' (Young adult fantasy about vast mechanised cities which float above the ground and prey on each other for raw materials; a really great idea I think.) Sherri S Tepper, 'Shad...