Amazingly, and for the first time since I dived into the word of an English undergraduate, I am running low on unread books. This is brilliant news as it gives
me an excuse to expand my ever-growing library and head out to the nearest
bookshop. But it did mean that in collating my holiday reading list, I had to
delve into my mum’s bookshelf.
So I’m a bit late with this one due to technical reasons. My laptop has decided that it has had enough of me after three years, so my blog post have been a tad delayed. 18 days later than planned, here are the books I will be reading/have been reading this month.
When I pick up a book I expect two things from it: entertainment and knowledge. Why do we read? It’s always for one of these two reasons, whether it be a ‘trashy’ romance to amuse us on the beach, a thriller to keep us company in the dark hours of insomnia, or a desperate attempt to improve our dinner party talk by trawling through the latest ‘it’ book. Regardless of the reasons I pick up a book, if it doesn’t teach and amuse I tire of it pretty quickly.
After the more serious H
is for Hawk, I fancied a riveting read. The kind of book that hooks its
readers by the teeth, pulls us through the narrative, twisting in one direction
before yanking back, leaving us exhilarated, disorientated and gasping for air.