Cote, yes, not scared off So Much for That by any hi-falutin' literariness, just felt like I wasn't in the mood for a big fat fiction book. Don't care enough to find out what happens.
I'm still pruning my way through my big pile of books to read to work out what I actually want to spend time on rather than what I feel I should read given I've lugged it all the way home from the library.
One of the books I'm giving up on is Nigel Slater's Kitchen Diaries II. Remus, why did you decide you hated him? I didn't find him all that irksome, just got a bit bored.
The only book I did actually read through is:
14) Bad Mother, Ayelet Waldmann. Short non-fiction essays about, guess what, motherhood. Not a million miles away from a Jewish-American Caitlin Moran (esp. in the chapter about having an abortion when told the foetus may - or, agonisingly, may not - have a genetic abnormality). Interesting if not groundbreaking - meditations on things like how we're a different parent to our various children, as they are born at different times in our lives. How you can long for another baby, even though you know it's not sensible. I found this worth the read.