Not a Friday Photo

Gosh almost a week has gone by since I last blogged. Sorry about that.

I’ve been feeling under the weather for a variety of reasons and hiding mostly in books. (I’d like to announce that I have the loveliest Husband in the world who, on seeing that I was under par, told me not to worry about the unpacking of boxes and concentrate instead on looking after myself. He might not have said that if we still hadn’t found his underwear though.)

Yesterday morning I finished reading The Waiting Room by FG Cottam. It’s a ghost story set in the modern day and around the WW1. Me, Queen of Realism, reading a ghosty tale? I couldn’t work out how I’d got there but looking over there to the left at my list of reading material it clearly came via The Woman in Black. And that was influenced by the Lucie Whitehouse psychological thrillery stuff I picked up (and loved) in the UK…

And who says I don’t read ghost stories? Well, I do. My brother loves ghost stories. I wanted so much to impress him that I remember trying to read MR James’ stories when I was much too young – precocious reader that I was. One night I had a friend over to stay and Brother must have been babysitting. I would’ve been under 11 because it was a primary school friend. Brother took his responsibilities most seriously. After we’d gone to bed, we dimmed the lights and Brother came in to read a bedtime story. He read the WW Jacobs’ story The Monkey’s Paw to us as my friend Helen and I panted into brown paper bags to prevent hyperventilation.

One of my top books last year was Sarah Waters’ A Little Stranger. At the time my response to the story was different from everyone else at book group. I’ve been thinking about this book again since one of the Book Club members passed me a Guardian interview. Sarah Waters talks about writing this book and she says ‘No other novel of mine has inspired such a range of responses in its audience…’ Lovely Helen and I have been emailing about A Little Stranger too since I saw on Twitter that she was reading it. I tweeted back: ‘please let me know when you’ve finished so we can talk about the ending.’ I had (and still have) total conviction that I am correct in my reaction. And I love that about art; whether I am right or wrong it’s my reaction.

If you haven’t already had enough of me I’m hosting coffee over at the Novel Racers’ blog today.

Tagged by Lane

Total number of books... I have no idea, but hundreds. When we moved to Bangkok we boxed up most of our books and put them in the attic in our house in Buckinghamshire. I brought a lot of my art books and reference books that I knew I couldn’t live without, aswell as my ‘how to’ books. And I brought my TBR pile: some of these are long term and may never make it but if I hadn’t read it yet, it came with me. Interestingly, there were certain fiction books that though I had read – even several times – and so had made it into the attic boxes, I got to Bangkok and realised that I needed them again. Bill Bryson comes to mind and someone who I shall mention below.

Last book read... I’m embarrassed to admit that it’s Patpong Sisters by Cleo Odzer, which I read for Book Club which is next Tuesday. It’s supposed to be an anthropological study of Patpong – one of the red light areas in Bangkok. It was an eyeopener! But not well written, and I didn’t think it was a very academic piece of work.

Last book bought... Oh bugger, I have to admit, more ‘how to’ books. I’ve just ordered Writing Fiction: A Guide to Narrative Craft by Janet Burroway and From Where you Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction by Robert Olen Butler from Amazon. I think I might just go and see if there are any Pat Barker books in the secondhand bookshop! See below for why.

5 Meaningful books... I shall take this to mean meaningful in my own idiosyncratic way (which basically means cheating).

One of the series of books that I had to go out and buy again in Bangkok was the James Herriot series of All Creatures Great and Small etc. I am so ashamed, but I love them, dearly. They are among very few books that make me laugh out loud. They are comfort stories for me. (At least it’s proof positive that I’m not being a pretentious git in the meme!)

I loved and have reread Testament of Youth, Testament of Experience, and Chronicle of Youth by Vera Brittain. I originally studied Testament of Youth at school. It’s a historical period that I love – I went on to read Robert Graves, Siegfried Sassoon and other writers that covered that period. I haven’t read any Pat Barker which is a dreadful confession! I shall go and buy some today!

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters because I have never clapped my hand over my mouth and said outloud ‘Oh my God’ while reading any book before.

Mary Wesley was influential in my habits as a reader. The Camomile Lawn is one I’ve read several times. I should probably reread her now as I think she will mean more to me now that I’m older.

It’s a struggle to single out another book or author, but I should probably mention Enid Blyton. My parents loathed her, but I loved Malory Towers, the Twins at St Clares, The Famous Five and The Secret Seven. I read and reread them all over and over. I’d probably enjoy them now!

And I tag Helen, Lisa, Caroline, Cally and Jen.