Really, really tired. I don’t know how I could have gone back to work this week – so I have no idea how anyone keeps working to 38 weeks of pregnancy or similar!
Have read a little bit… kept listening to Dreams from my Father
, which has slid into a political bit that I’m not so interested in. Can’t quite bring myself to pick up Death on the Cherwell
again (I’m about 60 pages in), even though I know I should just make a decision, either keep reading it or give up on it. And started on Steven Saylor’s Roman Blood
which is ok, though a bit over-detailed for my liking. I think part of the problem with my reading at the moment is me – my concentration span is close to zero.
Other stuff this week… really not very much. I went to some classes at the hospital and the local NCT group. We played our usual pub quiz and came 3rd like we often do (no prize). I’ve watched a lot of cricket (the 4th Test match between Australia and India, endless Big Bash games…). I’m hoping to see Mockingjay Part I with a friend tonight but it depends on both of us staying awake until 8.10pm, which is in doubt.
I spilt water on my laptop just after Christmas and it seems to have mostly recovered, but some of the keys are still a bit uncooperative, like the Z key. Which means I occasionally have to remember how to type on a German keyboard setting (the easiest way to get to a Z is to change the keyboard setting to German, which switches the Y and Z from an English setting). Might have to go into work next week for an hour or so to get it fixed!
Because… why not.
Jamie has some thoughts on the Sacrificial Lamb Book – you know, the one you read after you read a brilliant book, that you know you’re not going to love. At time of writing this, I read The Patron Saint of Liars in a day yesterday and am scared to open another book because I know I won’t love it as much. So naturally I’m blogging loads and listening to The Physicist watch Transformers 4 (obviously I’m not going to watch it…)
Amanda has some thoughts on “Have Babies, Keep Reading“. It’s a bit sweary for me, but I totally agree with the sentiment. Someone please remind me of it in February when I’m losing my mind about socks.
Over at the Worm Hole there are some thoughts on planning out your reading for the month. I’ve never really managed to do this although I would like to – I’m sort of the opposite of the opinion being expressed here. What do you think?
I love to read while on public transport. Particularly something really engrossing for when I have to get in a Flying Tube of Doom (the rest of you call them aeroplanes), but a really long train ride is the best. I read the first Hunger Games book on the London to Lancaster train (2 hrs and 20 minutes, since you ask) and was barely coherent when I got off. I have relished train travel to visit Ma and Pa Physicist because it’s 4 1/2 hours of uninterrupted reading time. Particularly if I splurge on First Class – then they bring you unlimited tea as well. People don’t normally try to talk to me on planes and trains (do I give off a particularly unfriendly vibe?) – but Book Riot has some tips on how to be left alone if people often bug you while you’re trying to read.
And finally – 35 Things To Do with All Those Books. The title says it all. I am a huge fan of #8, #15 (particularly the reading nook), a little bit of #28, and #34 is standard in this house.
I’m now about 60% of the way through Dreams From My Father, by Barack Obama. I very much enjoyed his later book, The Audacity of Hope (oh wait, I can’t link to my review of it because I haven’t written it…) and when I spotted this audiobook available at the library I snaffled it.
The first third or so was very, very interesting. The story of his first 20 years or so – growing up in Hawaii, moving to Indonesia, back to Hawaii again; the coming and going of his father, his mother’s ambitions for him, the racial conflict he faces at secondary school, becoming aware of his mixed identity. So far, so good; well-written with interesting anecdotes and pithy reflection.
We get through university and a job in New York, then he moved to Chicago and became a community organiser, and this bit really lost my interest. I understand much of what he is writing about, and it is clearly and concisely written, but it bored me. Probably because I don’t understand what it was like to be poor and black in 80s/90s Chicago.
He has just moved onto a visit from his half-sister Auma and their father in Kenya, so I’m hoping things will perk up a bit now.
This is too good not to be shared around the internet.
(I originally found it here)