The weather is boring and miserable outside and I haven’t been cycling in far too long because I can’t shower at my current client. However, a lack of cycling means a serious uptick in reading time as I eschew the Central line (very cramped standing room only, barely space to get a phone out never mind a book) in favour of the Jubilee and District lines (always get a seat) and a pleasant daily walk past Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament.
Thus, the past fortnight’s reading has included:
The Charm School by Nelson Demille – a DNF in the end just because the plot didn’t seem to be going anywhere and there were too many editing mistakes. Could well suit others.
The Women of the Cousins’ War – nearly finished the non-fiction companion to Philippa Gregory’s three novels set in the War of the Roses.
and I’ve FINALLY started on The Help by Kathryn Stockett having seen the movie. And so far am really enjoying it.
Due to not having the complication of changing in and out of cycling kit every time I go somewhere, my social life has been pretty active this week!
The German and I went to see The Help on Wednesday; we very much enjoyed it, she says it stuck very closely to the book and I would thoroughly recommend it.
Then I went out to Southend to visit The Musician on Thursday night for dinner, which was lovely and now I know that there is a serious amount of seawater an hour’s direct train ride from me. And a very nice restaurant.
Friday night I braved the traffic to meet the Musician at Romford to see Anonymous, the new film about who really wrote Shakespeare’s plays. I was interested in the theory it put forward, and the jokiness among the players, Elizabeth’s involvement in it all, but on the whole there was far too much of the Welsh moron from Notting Hill (Rhys Ifans, who plays the Earl of Oxford in Anonymous) with too much eyeliner, staring wistfully/bereftly/dreamily/stupidly into the distance. Also the middle section where the evil dude went on a verbal diatribe about all of Elizabeth’s illegitimate children and there was some very tangled sexual politics going on. Bit of a who’s who’s of minor British actors though.
Saturday night, the Musician and I saw Ralph Fiennes on the last night of The Tempest at the Theatre Royal, but I’m saving my opinions on that for another post (verdict: so-so. Fiennes good.)
Do tell me about your week’s activities and reading in the comments below!