What Are You Reading 2
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Just finished "A Tiny Bit Marvellous" fiction by Dawn French.
The book is written in chapters from the mother, daughter and sons views of the same day.... the open chapter is the teen daughters..
"My mother is, like, a totall confirmed A-list bloody cocking minging arsehole cretin cockhead of the highest order. Fact. In fact, I, of this moment, officially declare my entire doubt of the fact that she is in fact my actual real mother. She can't be. I can't have come from that wonk.
Nothing in any tiny atom of me entire body bears an likeness to an iota of any bit of her. It's so, like, entirely unfair when people say we look alike because like, excuse me, but we properly DON'T thank you. And I should know because I look at her disgusting face 20/7 and excuse me, I do actually have a mirror thank you. If I ever see that hideousness, please drown me immediately in the nearest large collection of deep water. I would honestly be grateful for that random act of mercy.
At 5:45pm today she had the actual nerve to inform me that I will NOT apparently be having my belly button pierced after all, until my 18th birthday!"
I read the first paragraph out to the teen last week and she GLARED at me (somewhat akin to Q's current joker avatar)
So I went to take it back to the library yesterday and she asked me if she could read it.
The book is written in chapters from the mother, daughter and sons views of the same day.... the open chapter is the teen daughters..
"My mother is, like, a totall confirmed A-list bloody cocking minging arsehole cretin cockhead of the highest order. Fact. In fact, I, of this moment, officially declare my entire doubt of the fact that she is in fact my actual real mother. She can't be. I can't have come from that wonk.
Nothing in any tiny atom of me entire body bears an likeness to an iota of any bit of her. It's so, like, entirely unfair when people say we look alike because like, excuse me, but we properly DON'T thank you. And I should know because I look at her disgusting face 20/7 and excuse me, I do actually have a mirror thank you. If I ever see that hideousness, please drown me immediately in the nearest large collection of deep water. I would honestly be grateful for that random act of mercy.
At 5:45pm today she had the actual nerve to inform me that I will NOT apparently be having my belly button pierced after all, until my 18th birthday!"
I read the first paragraph out to the teen last week and she GLARED at me (somewhat akin to Q's current joker avatar)
So I went to take it back to the library yesterday and she asked me if she could read it.
Wow, that's eclectic reading. Haven't read the Bryson, because I've found he's not as compelling a writer when he isn't traveling somewhere (his Shakespeare mini-bio was pure pants, or should one say, breeches).
Didn't know Evanovich was popular Across the Pond. She's a guilty pleasure, so bad she's good. You might like another new one, "Wicked Appetite," which features Diesel and Co. from JE's "between the numbers" Plums but with a new protagonist who is essentially Stephanie-in-Salem, MA.
Didn't know Evanovich was popular Across the Pond. She's a guilty pleasure, so bad she's good. You might like another new one, "Wicked Appetite," which features Diesel and Co. from JE's "between the numbers" Plums but with a new protagonist who is essentially Stephanie-in-Salem, MA.
I'm still attempting to read Zero Degrees of Empathy, but it's been so long since I picked it up, I'll probably have to start again 
also trying to read The Eye Of The World by Robert Jordan. I'm not usually that picky with fantasy, but I'm really struggling with this. Since my concentration seems to be completely failing with both of those, I'm re-reading Small Gods instead However bad my concentration is I can still normally read TP
also trying to read The Eye Of The World by Robert Jordan. I'm not usually that picky with fantasy, but I'm really struggling with this. Since my concentration seems to be completely failing with both of those, I'm re-reading Small Gods instead However bad my concentration is I can still normally read TP Started reading The collectors by David Baldacci the other day. Yesterday the newest George Martin book arrived, A Dance with Dragons, and I couldn't resist sneaking a peak at the first page.
So now I'm reading them both, sort of, actually I think I'll leave the Baldacci book for later and concentrate on A Dance with Dragons. Both books deserve my full attention
So now I'm reading them both, sort of, actually I think I'll leave the Baldacci book for later and concentrate on A Dance with Dragons. Both books deserve my full attention
Is the name of it a small history of everything (or something similar)?
If so I am about half way through that at the moment. It's the first Bill Bryson book I have read where he isn't travelling and as other people have said he isn't that funny when he isn't travelling, although there was one bit that made me laugh. It is still an interesting book though, I have learnt lots of really useless information which I can now bore people with.
If so I am about half way through that at the moment. It's the first Bill Bryson book I have read where he isn't travelling and as other people have said he isn't that funny when he isn't travelling, although there was one bit that made me laugh. It is still an interesting book though, I have learnt lots of really useless information which I can now bore people with.
No it's not.
The premise is that he and his family live in a house in Norfolk, and he goes into every room, and then gives you a history of how each room (or the hall for that matter) came into being over time.
However, most of it seems to be a history of America.
Some of it is quite interesting, but I'm giving it a rest for the moment. I only read it on the train home in the evening anyway.
There was one book of his (he was returning to the States, so did a tour of Britain before he left) that had me rolling up with laughter.
He was in a hotel, somewhere on the South Coast if I remember correctly. He was describing the menu for the evening meal.
It was Jus this, and Confit of that, etc. The dessert menu, however, was Jam Roly Poly, Rice Pudding, Treacle Pudding, etc.
His comment........ "When it comes to the British, you can do anything to their main course, but don't ever f**k with their pudding".
The premise is that he and his family live in a house in Norfolk, and he goes into every room, and then gives you a history of how each room (or the hall for that matter) came into being over time.
However, most of it seems to be a history of America.
Some of it is quite interesting, but I'm giving it a rest for the moment. I only read it on the train home in the evening anyway.
There was one book of his (he was returning to the States, so did a tour of Britain before he left) that had me rolling up with laughter.
He was in a hotel, somewhere on the South Coast if I remember correctly. He was describing the menu for the evening meal.
It was Jus this, and Confit of that, etc. The dessert menu, however, was Jam Roly Poly, Rice Pudding, Treacle Pudding, etc.
His comment........ "When it comes to the British, you can do anything to their main course, but don't ever f**k with their pudding".
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