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Having finished War and Peace (final post to follow), I’ve spent a lot of time reading the last few days – avidly is probably the word. The journey north to visit my boyfriend, Chris, is always extremely valuable to me: I look forward to it as a time to rest, think, and rejuvenate with the aid of literature. On the outward journey I read a large portion of Simple Pleasures, mentioned in this post. It’s perfect reading material for travel, as one of those light and positive books fuelled by optimism. I also read about a hundred pages of Freedom From Fear on the train, Aung San Suu Kyi’s collected writings, and continued to read it at Liverpool Lime Street station.
The station is full of metal, backless benches: these I approached to sit on and read first. Yet I quickly realised their failure to be a “reading chair”. I’m one of those people who constantly seek a comfortable sitting position but never quite get there. I moved on to the station’s Costa coffee-house, where I had better luck. After spilling my coffee practically everywhere, and mopping up the evidence with a surprisingly absorbant serviette, I settled down to read until meeting my boyfriend after he’d finished work. Before that time an elderly woman – who I must class as at least mildly eccentric – asked if she could join me at my table, and we both sat reading peacefully with our respective Americano and latte.
My boyfriend bought me two new books during the weekend (this has become somewhat of a tradition). The first, Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart, was recommended to me by my bookshop boss, and I have spent this morning reading the majority of it. More about that in a later post. The other book is Stephen King’s 11.22.63; it appears to be a bit of a tome, and I’m not sure what to expect as a Stephen King virgin (is that a horrible way to put it?) It’s rated well on Goodreads, which I’m sure must mean that there’s absolutely no chance of it disappointing me. Ok, sarcasm over – I’m just a bit let down still after finding Cloud Atlas so awful, a book loved by so many.
I hope that everybody reading this enjoyed the Olympic Super Saturday (you surely must have watched it!) Happy Monday one and all.