Sunnudagr

Life itself has caught up with me, so I am running behind on important things such as answering emails, sorting paperwork and, well, doing the dishes. This weekend I have allowed myself some time off and will be cooped up in bed with books, hot tea and a warm duvet. I have finally accepted this is a necessity, not a luxury, if I am to remain relatively sane, capable and congenial. It only took me some thirty years or so.

I finished reading China Miéville’s The City & the City the other night, though. I had previously tried getting through Adam Roberts’ Swiftly (which felt like a disastrous date set up by an online dating agency based upon our preferences and demographics, but the spark wasn’t there and we disliked each other from the get-go) and Mark Slouka’s The Visible World (which I’m pondering giving a second go), so when I flew through Miéville’s novel, I was relieved. I’d recommend it – particularly if you like smart speculative fiction or want a detective novel with an added flourish – although it was a bit too plot-driven for my taste. Also, I liked Miéville’s light writerly touches such as naming the border area between the two cities “Copula Hall” (grammar nerd alert).

I’m now awaiting the paperback releases of Colm Toibin’s Brooklyn, Hillary Mantel’s Wolf Hall and, of course, Margaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood. What books are you looking forward to reading?

Knitting-wise, I have made some headway on my summer top (now forever known as “Frankie Says..” and I’m showing my age) and I have cast on for a second pair of socks(!) seeing as my first pair are lovely, warm and perfect for snuggling up at night (again, showing my age).

And now it is time to do said snuggling under the covers with a book. Have a lovely Sunday.