Life is pretty tough at the moment and I’m not sleeping well, so am at least getting through books fast. And trying to find genuinely diverting and entertaining books to distract me. With some success.
97 How to Build a Girl by Caitlin Moran
This was terrific. Johanna reinvents herself as Dolly, a hard drinking bitchy music journalist, to escape her life of poverty in the Midlands. I wasn't sure whether I'd enjoy this, but it was really tender and insightful as well as being extremely rude and funny. Perhaps even funnier if you lived through the 90s indie wave like I did, but nonetheless I'll be giving it to the DDs as soon as they are old enough (maybe 15?).
98 The Woman in the Window by AJ Finn
A better than average thriller though a little slow in places. As is always the way - I will never learn - it didn't live up to its hype though I did think the way the narrator's mental health issues were handled and integral to the plot were well done.
99 The Course of Love by Alain De Botton
If I'd read this at any other time I suspect it might have left me slightly lukewarm, but right now it was just one of those "right books at the right time" reads. Kirsten and Rabih meet and fall in love. As the narrator says, most stories end there but this carries on through their mostly uneventful marriage tracing the impact of rows, children, affairs, therapy (no spoilers, honestly - it's all there up front). And the story is interspersed with the narrator's (De Botton's voice very clearly) thoughts on love and marriage, the failure of the Romantic ideal and the need for understanding and compassion if you plan to spend your life with someone. Without going in to too many details this was timely, and just what I needed. Am buying copies today for a couple of friends who I think will appreciate it.
Meanwhile, my ongoing battle with One Hundred Years of Solitude continues. I read a study guide, embraced it for what it is and have abandoned any attempt to keep track of plot or characters, and am just going with the narrative. Which isn't at all how I usually read so I'm telling myself it is good for me and I only have another 100 pages to go. Maybe a case of “great book, wrong frame of mind”. I’m not yet prepared to write it off but it is such a slog. If it wasn’t on my list of “12 books I should read in 2018 to widen my reading horizons” I would have stopped.