This is the part of the holiday when I’d run out of books. I downloaded the sample of Suite Française by Irène Némirovsky because I wasn’t sure about reading in French on the Kindle and I didn’t know whether the version would be readable because it was by some random tiny publishing company (just for the e-version I think?). So I started reading the books Spuggy had brought and finished.
True confession: I’d never heard of Kipps before reading this book.
The third and final book in my Non-Fiction Run! Your Inner Fish is about all the features of the human body that are leftovers from our seagoing ancestors. Lots of evolutionary fun. I’ve had a pretty busy day today, so forgive the shortness of this one. Let’s call it “short but sweet”, like the book itself.
Oh my goodness, this is the LAST ONE. I can finally rest easy knowing that the werewolves and assorted characters of supernatural Denver aren’t going to get into any more scrapes. I really shouldn’t need to spoiler warn for the last book in a 14-book series, but here’s your warning anyway.
I’m back from a holiday which means I have a pretty huge backlog! We begin with a beast of a book I was in the middle of before we set off, and strap yourselves in, people. It’s going to be a gusher.
Fair to say, most people did not predict the result of the election. A few pollsters were correct – Survation and YouGov, take a bow – but most thought that even if May didn’t get the landslide she wanted, at least she’d gain and Labour would lose, right?
Then came shocks as safe-safe-safe Tory seats like Kensington and Canterbury, which have been Tory for decades, fell to Labour. The result was a hung parliament. Who saw it coming?
Maybe, Wikpedia.
So, maybe you thought I’d turned some kind of classy corner in my reading material. Maybe you were wrong. Time to review the penultimate book in the Kitty Norville series! We’re well over halfway there!
Oh man. So many disclaimers needed. This is the first I’ve read on this subject, so I’m not really going to be able to bring a nuanced conversation to this book or discuss competing theories not mentioned. I’m aware I’m committing one of the sins Gould deplores by saying essentially, “Don’t ask me, I’m just a girl!” but I’m willing to accept that. I’m not a professional science book reviewer or science journalist, so I’m OK with my choices here.
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Our website went down for a bit because the ‘Confirm your identity’ emails got sent to the spam folder. Oh well. We’re back (hopefully).
So, here are some more songs. This time, let’s go for some instrumentals!
This is the beginning of a run of non-fiction books, so that means you get to learn exactly how much I don’t know about anything. This is also taking us right to the end of 2015 in my TBR. How exciting!
And now for something completely different! Spoiler alert again. I’ve been dreading writing this one even more than Waiting for Godot. Absolutely not the fault of the book or the friend who recommended it to me.
