An early morning visit to IKEA yesterday meant I was home again by 11, with my sanity intact, and the makings of an armchair in the boot. Within a few hours and a bit of help from The Physicist, I had a reading nook in the bedroom, from which I did not move for about 4 hours. Glorious. Photos to follow.
My half-sore throat (sore half-throat?) seems to have died down a bit, which is a good thing. I felt pretty sorry for myself last night but I have no greater plans for today than to sit in front of the final of the Women’s Cricket World Cup from Mumbai, in which Australia is playing West Indies (although I’m delaying watching the start of it so that I can fast forward through all the adverts and lunch!), so hopefully I should be right as rain by the end of the day.
Oh, you wanted me to talk about books.
Well, I read The Last Good Man by A. J. Kajinski – had some promising elements but in the end, too much mysticism. Also read The Silence by Alison Bruce – rather good, after I initially complained about it on Monday. Next up, probably The Fault In Our Stars by John Green, which everyone has been raving about. I ordered a copy for the Book Accumulator when the family was visiting this week and then forgot to take this along to our dinner. Clearly I was meant to read it first.