A couple of days’ holiday in Rome have done me a world of good. Not least because I’ve now finished 5 books in 5 days and am due to start on the 6th any minute at time of writing.
Books read by me while here:
All That I Am by Anna Funder
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
How It All Began by Penelope Lively
My Salinger Year by Joanna Rakoff
and next on the list is The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan
(I finished Let The Great World Spin the day before coming on holiday).
Books read by the Physicist while here:
The Hydrogen Sonata by Iain M. Banks
Use of Weapons by Iain M. Banks
(has now started on Matter, also by Banks).
Assorted waiters and waitresses in Rome have thought we are a) insane b) terribly mannered or c) very happy ignoring each other while reading our books, as the books have come out at every meal while waiting for food. We read on the Metro, at the top of the monument to Victor Emanuel I (there were a lot of steps and I needed a rest at the top) and on a wall outside the Pantheon.
Reading makes a holiday.