Finished reading Bodily harm a couple days ago, reading The falls by Joyce Carol Oates now. Bodily harm was amazing. Atwood is just so fucking great.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THIS AND HOME ISN'T SO MUCH THAT SHE KNOWS NOBODY AS THAT NOBODY KNOWS HER. IN A WAY SHE'S INVISIBLE. IN A WAY SHE'S SAFE.

Long time no see book blog, but I moved to London about two weeks ago and have been busy, and by busy I mean I've mostly been buying books. So, list of books bought:

John Fowles - The magus
Georges Perec - Life a user's manual
Margaret Atwood - Bodily harm
Margaret Atwood - The handmaid's tale
Margaret Atwood - Alias Grace
Margaret Atwood - The year of the flood
Iris Murdoch - A word child
Truman Capote - In cold blood
Françoise Sagan - Bonjour tristesse & A certain smile
Moshin Hamid - The reluctant fundamentalist
Joyce Carol Oates - We were the Mulvaneys
Joyce Carol Oates - The falls (bought this one in Örebro, but haven't mentioned it on this blog before so might as well do it now.)
Joyce Carol Oates - The female of the species
Helen Fielding - Bridget Jones's diary
Helen Fielding - Bridget Jones: The edge of reason
Lorrie Moore - The collected stories

Currently reading Atwood's Bodily harm.

SKYLER HELP ME SKYLER I AM SO LONELY IN THIS PLACE SKYLER I AM SO AFRAID

I'm currently reading My sister, my love by Joyce Carol Oates. Here's what The New York Times said about it; I don't really agree at all but because I'm in such a bad fucking mood right now, I have no energy to go into why I disaagree with Sarah Churchwell.