20101028

Finished reading Never let me go Monday, read Margaret Atwood's The handmaid's tale after that and read The reluctant fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid yesterday. Currently reading Alias Grace by Atwood.

20101021

WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY ABOUT SOME PEOPLE

Since megavideo is all "You've watched 72 minutes, please wait 54 minutes or sign up" so I can't watch The City for an hour, I've decided to finally post a list of some of the books I've bought since moving to London (won't mention the ones from the post back in August);

Margaret Atwood - The tent
Margaret Atwood - Surfacing
Joyce Carol Oates - Rape a love story
Doris Lessing - The diaries of Jane Somers
Marilyn French - The women's room
Sylvia Plath - Ariel
Richard Yates - The easter parade
Richard Yates - Young hearts crying
Iain Banks - The wasp factory
Hannah Arendt - Eichmann in Jerusalem (a report on the banality of evil)
Michael Chabon - Wonder boys
Michael Ende - The neverending story
A.S. Byatt - The Oxford book of English short stories
Sebastian Faulks - Charlotte Gray
Laurence Rees - Auschwitz
Laurence Rees - The Nazis
George Orwell - Why I write
Kazuo Ishiguro - Never let me go

Bought some of these for school, but will keep them regardless (for background: dropped out of uni. Cue Grease song, "no graduation day for you!") Anyway, I will incorporate those books into my own collection. Books that did not make the cut: Pride and prejudice and Trainspotting. God, I hate those books. Anyway, for some reason I haven't been reading as much as I normally do since moving here. Makes me feel lost. Have read Bodily harm by Margaret Atwood, The tent by the same author, Rape a love story and The falls by Oates, Auschwitz by Laurence Rees and a lot of the short stories from the Lorrie Moore book. Reading Ishiguro's Never let me go now; it's good but so different from what I usually go for. Feel like I wanna read some Joan Didion but, to my great shock and surprise, can't find any of her books at Waterstones. Sad.

20101007

"Whose life am I living? Whose life am I failing to live?
- The tent, Margaret Atwood