My goodness has this week been busy. Work has been completely insane, I'm basically working full-time on three separate clients… so that would be a silly number of hours to work in the week. Combined with sleeping deficit, by the time I got to Friday night, all I could do was slump in front of a movie (Sunshine Cleaning, which I would definitely recommend), and eat the chocolate that two friends had each bought me because I'd complained about my horrendous week so much.
Anyway, I got well and truly back into the reading swing of things; first with The Shadow of What We Were by Luis Sepulveda and then later in the week with Frances de Pontes Peebles' (how's that for a cool author name) The Seamstress. I struggled a bit with TSOWWW, probably because I had read it in bits and pieces over about 3 weeks and I think it needs to be read all in one sitting. I might try again and revise my opinion.
The Seamstress, however, was wonderful and I heartily recommend it. This chunkster was 646 trade paperback pages long and for my next reading amusement I've picked out three books which together take up less space than the Seamstress: Kazuo Ishiguro's A Pale View of Hills, Sandra Cisneros' The House on Mango Street, and Jane Rogers' Her Living Image.
Other news this week – Cecily arrived! Cecily being my new bicycle, who, in RFBT tradition, is being named after a character in Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Ernest. My last car was Algernon, the current one is Bunbury (my excuse to escape to the countryside), the previous bike (which fell apart, vexingly) was Gwendolyn and so the new one is Cecily. Cecily's all rigged up with lights and pannier rack and I'm hoping to take her to work on Wednesday! Here's hoping for sunshine on Wednesday morning…