The Red Dragon – Thomas Harris (and random thoughts..)

It’s interesting to notice this only now, but I was just going through my own blog here, clicking on links and stuff, and realised that I’ve only got my ‘books read’ updated till the end of last year!

It almost feels like I’ve read nothing since last year till now, and already it’s the beginning of the end of the year of 2011. How shameful is that?

Shades of Grey – Jasper Fforde

It’s a time when the present world we live in is already the past. It’s a time when the systems as we know it are archaic and long gone. It’s a time when colour determines your status in society. Welcome to a world of colours. Welcome, also, to Shades of Grey.

It’s been a long time

I wish I had a better reason for being away for so long, other than “I was busy with work”, but I’m afraid that’s just what it was. I haven’t been reading much, if at all, and I didn’t even have time to update this lovely little blog of mine.

But I suppose it’s always nice to know that this place hasn’t disappeared, and knowing I can still come back and write here gives me some comfort, despite my having neglected it for so long.

Revolutionary Road – Richard Yates

It’s been such a long time since my last post on something I read, I’m not sure I remember how to do this anymore. This book by Yates is the last book of 2010, and it simply means my year ended beautifully. I’ve only read two by Yates so far, the other being The Easter Parade, which I also loved. So that basically means, Yates is fast becoming a favourite.

Bad reading spell

I’m experiencing a prolonged period of almost zero-reading. Ive picked up too many books from the library and returning the equal amount of books without having read half of any of them. I keep picking a book up thinking I’ll enjoy it, and putting it down before even reaching the 20-page mark.

I’m choosing thinner and slimmer books with every library trip I make. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not reading because the thicker books intimidate me. But even with novellas, I’m having a hard time just keeping my eyes on the pages.

It’s not the books; I know I’d enjoy most of them had I been in a more bookish mood.

It has been a super long time. I’m hoping it’ll blow over soon.

Girl Meets Boy – Ali Smith

The grey area, I’d discovered, had been misnamed: really the grey area was a whole other spectrum of colours new to the eye. She had the swagger of a girl. She blushed like a boy. She had a girl’s toughness. She had a boy’s gentleness. She was as meaty as a girl. She was as graceful as a boy. She was as brave and handsome and rough as a girl. She was pretty and delicate and dainty as a boy.

It’s one of my personal projects, really, to try and read as many books from the Canongate Myths Series as I can possibly get my hands on. Ali Smith’s Girl Meets Boy is one of those books in this series that I’ve been meaning to read for a long time now. Well, I’m glad to say that this book did not disappoint me.