Book Meme - Day 20

Day 20 - Favorite kiss


Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth, when Roland first kisses her, either on a train or a platform, I think it was a train.  It is so full of unrequited passion and horrible things to come, and every time I read it (and I have read it, and Chronicle of Youth, over and over again) I weep.


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Baby Bear is holed up at home with severe tonsillitis (since last Monday).  Fortunately she does not get it very often but when she does, it knocks her out for at least two weeks.  A pity, she was meant to be singing at a concert tonight, and can't.  At least I no longer have to listen to less wonderful VCE students murdering music.


Fab day out on Monday.  More of that later, there is a more suitable themed Book Meme day for what I am thinking about.


Still knitting kitchen towels out of leftover cotton yarns.  Completely destroyed the whole reduce, reuse, recycle thing, though, by buying yarn for another two pairs of socks, and a bamboo wrap.  I have more sock yarn than will fit in the sock yarn box.  You;d think that would tell me something!


I am noticing that this blog has veered away from craft and towards books in recent times.  I guess I am reading more and crafting less.  Or doing a lesser variety of craft.  This will not be a permanent state of affairs.  I have ideas brewing in the background.  I have just lost the mojo a bit in recent months, but I know it is just on a backburner rather than gone away forever.

Man Booker Prize 2010

The Man booker Shortlist has just been announced.  This always interests me.  I only once, in about 1990, tried to read all the books on the shortlist.  I only liked one of them and have never tried to do it since.  Life is too short to read books you dislike, or, still worse, hate.

I sometimes read the ones that appeal, either before or after the prize is announced.  I have never read one purely because they are on the list or have won the prize, though occasionally their appearance on the list has jogged my memory that that was a book I had intended to read at some point.

At first glance the only one that immediately appeals is the Peter Carey.  I adore Peter Carey and read most of what he writes, but not necessarily at the time they are published.  This was one I already wanted to read regardless of its appearance on any lists.

I don't know enough about any of the others.  Their appearance on the list means that they will be prominent in bookshops and libraries between now and the announcing of the winner, so I might look at them to see if they look interesting.

Some people are adamant that they will never read a book just because it has won a prize or been on a shortlist.  I would certainly never read a book solely for that reason.  But I have met people who seem to think that because a book has been chosen by a judging panel, that it is automatically not worth reading.  I don't agree with that either.

Peter Carey Parrot and Olivier in America (Faber and Faber)

Emma Donoghue Room (Picador - Pan Macmillan)

Damon Galgut In a Strange Room (Atlantic Books - Grove Atlantic)

Howard Jacobson The Finkler Question (Bloomsbury)

Andrea Levy The Long Song (Headline Review -
Headline Publishing Group)

Tom McCarthy C (Jonathan Cape - Random House)

More Booky Goodness - also to be known as the blog post called In September I am Reading...

I have just discovered Krafty Kuka and more literary goodness.  So now I am going to bore my two and a half readers with a frequent account of what I am reading.

Currently - carrying in my handbag Those in Peril by Nicolas Freeling.  It isn't a Van der Valk book, but a Henry Castang book.  I like to carry thrillers and murders in my bag that can be dipped into for a few minutes here and there.  It's about sex crimes and art fraud.

In bed at night - started two other books which I will mention when I read more of them, but currently We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.  Baby Bear read it and thought I would like it.  Well, maybe not 'like', as she pointed out it is incredibly confronting.  It is unputdownable in a 'there but for the grace of God' sort of way.  It's about a high school mass murder by a teenager who was never 'quite right' but only his mother really noticed, and she was so ambivalent about motherhood that everyone ignored her.  It is like being constantly slapped in the face by one's own prejudices and it is scaring the pants off me.

Book Meme - Day 19

Day 19 - Favorite book cover (bonus points for posting an image!).

There is a multitude of wonderful cover art out there.  So I have picked the cheesiest rather than the best.  This is the sort of book that I might read once and then give away.  But something about the extreme cheesiness of it endears it to me, and thus it stays in my voluminous book collection.  Believe me, the contents are everything that the cover promises!

Book Meme - Day 18

Day 18 - Favorite beginning scene in a book


I've wracked my brains but don't think I can come up with an all-time favorite.  But I do love this one:


From Markus Zusak's The Book Thief


DEATH AND CHOCOLATE


First the colours.
   Then the humans.
   That's usually how I see things.
    Or at least, how I try.


HERE IS A SMALL FACT


You are going to die.


I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most  people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations.  Please, trust me.  I most definitely can be cheerful.  I can be amiable.  Agreeable.  Affable.  And that's only the A's.  Just don't ask me to be nice.  Nice has nothing to do with me.


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Another day at home with sick children.  Wombat is going back to school tomorrow.  At he is only allowed to go to Friday night Youth Group if he is at school on Friday, he usually feels better by then!  To be fair, if he is still genuinely sick by the Friday he usually accepts it with a good grace.  Baby Bear is being dragged to the doctor tomorrow.  Just as the doctor was closing for today she casually announced that she had looked at her tonsils and they looked awful.  She doesn't get tonsillitis very often but when she does, she is REALLY SICK.  This is particularly upsetting for her as we have tickets for West Side Story on Saturday.  She is determined to go no matter what, but I have explained that I will not sit in a theatre with her while she throws up into a bucket!  (Baby Bear - temperature - throwing up - regardless of precise nature of illness, this is just a given.  It rather took the shine off watching Neighbours with her yesterday, though many people might consider throwing up into a bucket the only possible way to watch Neighbours).


I have been valuing books.  A fascinating exercise!  Many are bread and butter books - I'll probably get $5 for them on Ebay, which is fine as there are hundreds if not thousands of them.  Some look rare and valuable and turn out to be worthless.  Some look boring or otherwise unprepossessing and turn out to be worth a lot more.


And knitting more kitchen towels.  I found three more lots of cotton yarn waiting to be used up.  

Cute Sirius

Baby Bear took these close-ups of Sirius recently. There hasn't been enough puppy love on my blog recently.

Book Meme - Day 17

Day 17 - Favorite story or collection of stories (short stories, novellas, novelettes, etc.)


I don't really have a favorite one of these.  In general I find short stories a rather frustrating literary form.  You are just getting into the characters, plot, whatever, and then it finishes.  Even the best ones, the ones that do encapsulate memorable character and plot and a satisfactory conclusion in the short space of time, leave me feeling that I want more.


But two memorable ones that I have enjoyed over the last ten years, and hold pride of place on one of my many, many bookshelves, would be:


Dreaming Down Under, a 1998 anthology of speculative Australian fiction, edited by Jack Dann and Janeen Webb, and Dreaming Again, another similar anthology edited by Jack Dann and published in 2008.  


There are lots of interesting, weird, satisfactory (ish) and unsatisfactory stories in these books, plenty to make one think, and the ten years between them allows one to have interesting thoughts about the state of the speculative fiction output in Australia over time.   (Healthy and productive, in general).


When I was a child the only short stories I ever really liked were collections of myths and legends.  I devoured them.  Norse and Greek/Roman were my favorites, but any culture would do!  I haven't read any of them for a great many years, but just thinking about them makes me want to find some and reread them.


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Finding time to blog has been proving difficult recently!  There has always been someone else queuing up for the computer.  Two adults and two teenagers and one computer makes for log-jams.


While sorting through my late father's books I have actually come across a collection of myths written for children that belonged to me a long time ago.  I had thought that I had got all of my old books but obviously this one slipped through somehow.  It brought back good memories, something that is sadly lacking when I think about my father.  I have decided to set up an online shop, probably on Ebay, to sell off a lot of what he left Baby Bear.  She doesn't want them, but the money, if there is any, could go towards a car or something in the next couple of years.  And I have long wanted to try my hand at second-hand bookselling, and doing it this way costs me very little upfront.  So watch this space.  I am spending time most days sorting and valueing books.  The house is full of boxes, which is depressing.  But it is also fun in a way.


The kids are sick again.  I think it might be time we got everyone taking multi vitamins.  Monday was one of those days - called to the school at 12.45 to pick up one of them, and 1.45 to pick up the other.  It's a good thing we are a 5 minute walk away!


George is in Sydney, and, probably, in Cairns later today, coming back tomorrow.  We haven't planned anything much for Father's Day because he refuses to say what he wants, which usually means, quite genuinely, that he doesn't really want anything.


I am supposed to be taking Baby Bear to see West Side Story on Saturday, so she had better recover from whatever flu-like virus she has at the moment!  It is her birthday present (two months late, but it wasn't on in July and it;s what she wanted).

Book Meme - Day 16

Day 16 - Favorite poem or collection of poetry




Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 immediately springs to mind:


Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



But there are lots of others, of course. T.S. Elliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.  


This:
 Dust
by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)When the white flame in us is gone,
   And we that lost the world's delight
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
   To crumble in our separate night;
When your swift hair is quiet in death,
   And through the lips corruption thrust
Has stilled the labour of my breath---
   When we are dust, when we are dust!---
Not dead, not undesirous yet,
   Still sentient, still unsatisfied,
We'll ride the air, and shine, and flit,
   Around the places where we died,
And dance as dust before the sun,
   And light of foot, and unconfined,
Hurry from road to road, and run
   About the errands of the wind.
And every mote, on earth or air,
   Will speed and gleam, down later days,
And like a secret pilgrim fare
   By eager and invisible ways,
Nor ever rest, nor ever lie,
   Till, beyond thinking, out of view,
One mote of all the dust that's I
   Shall meet one atom that was you.
Then in some garden hushed from wind,
   Warm in a sunset's afterglow,
The lovers in the flowers will find
   A sweet and strange unquiet grow
Upon the peace; and, past desiring,
   So high a beauty in the air,
And such a light, and such a quiring,
   And such a radiant ecstasy there,
They'll know not if it's fire, or dew,
   Or out of earth, or in the height,
Singing, or flame, or scent, or hue,
   Or two that pass, in light, to light,
Out of the garden, higher, higher. . . .
   But in that instant they shall learn
The shattering ecstasy of our fire,
   And the weak passionless hearts will burn
And faint in that amazing glow,
   Until the darkness close above;
And they will know---poor fools, they'll know!---
   One moment, what it is to love.


And This:

EDWARD THOMAS

No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day.

You know me through and through Though I have not told, And though with what you know You are not bold.

None ever was so fair As I thought you: Not a word can I bear Spoken against you.

All that I ever did For you seemed coarse Compared with what I hid Nor put in force.

Scarce my eyes dare meet you Lest they should prove I but respond to you And do not love.

We look and understand, We cannot speak Except in trifles and Words the most weak.

I at the most accept Your love, regretting That is all: I have kept Only a fretting

That I could not return All that you gave And could not ever burn With the love you have,

Till sometimes it did seem Better it were Never to see you more Than linger here

With only gratitude Instead of love--- A pine in solitude Cradling a dove.

 As far as collections, John Donne.  And I love the poetry of Michael Ondaatje, and Robert Frost, and quite a few other people.

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Well, we had our Federal Election.  And what a fizzer that turned out to be.  It could be two weeks before we get a 'proper' result and none of them are likely to be particularly good.  Whoever eventually becomes Prime Minister, they will have to kowtow to a small number of independents holding the balance of power - who are either insanely conservative or not - but I have decided that I am tired of the fate of the nation being held in the hands of a tiny number of people, who have usually got into that position because of extremist views of one sort or another.  I used to vote for the Greens, and still like some of their policies, but I;m not sure that I want every decision in the country to be made by one of them.  Still less do I want ANY decisions being made by people so insular that they left the National Party because it was too left-wing!!!

Otherwise, quite a good weekend.  I took Wombat to Manifest, an anime convention, and he had the time of his life.  I enjoyed bits of it - gawking at the bizarre cosplay costumes, buying myself a pair of Pikachu slippers, and getting us into a Q & A session with LittleKaribo who was extremely funny.  Wombat has now elevated me to the position of Best Mum in the Universe, which I think I deserve!

Book Meme - Day 15

Day 15 - Your "comfort" book


Any Discworld books by Terry Pratchett.  I have read them all (except for the latest one, which is in the pile of books to be read).  Several of them I have read more than once.  Whenever I feel I cannot cope with the world, I tend to pick up one of them.  Pretty much any one of them, 'cos my favorite characters are sprinkled liberally throughout them.  They certainly aren't simple reads, anything but, but playing around in my mind with all the source materials, etc, for everything in them distracts me from other stuff, and they are just so damn amusing and clever!


I also find the following authors good comfort reading - Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh and Nevil Shute.  While I wouldn't say they are uncomplicated books, they are comforting murder mysteries or comforting thrillers.  They are books I can carry about in my handbag and pick up and read when I have a few moments alone when I am out somewhere.  


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We had a very satisfactory meeting with Wombat's school today.  (We have one every term, with the Special Needs Co-ordinator, his teaching aides and us).  They are so unfailingly helpful and concerned, it is a pleasure to deal with them.  Of course they get impatient and despairing of things sometimes, but then so do we!  Exasperation is a big daily part of dealing with Aspergers Syndrome (from the carers' and teachers' perspectives, and undoubtedly from the Aspie's perspective also).  We are eternally grateful to have found such care and compassion and skill - and all in a state school, a block away from our home!

Wordless Wednesday Part 2

Book Meme - Day 14

Day 14 - Favorite character in a book (of any sex or gender)


How many can I mention?  In no particular order:


Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice
Lucy Pevensey from The Narnia books
Dido Twite from several books by Joan Aiken
Marcus from Rosemary Sutcliffe's Eagle of the Ninth
Tamsyn from The Armourer's House, also by Rosemary Sutcliffe


There are probably many more, but these are all I can think of for the moment.  Funny how only one of the five comes from a grown-up book?  Are the characters in children's books easier to like or dislike, without grey areas?  Was I more susceptible to feeling passionate about characters when I was a child?  (And I first read Pride and Prejudice at around the age of 10 or 12, so in that case, that would still count). 


A further thought - again thanks to Rosemary Sutcliffe - for the past 40 years or so I have been totally obsessed with Sir Thomas Fairfax, who featured in her novels The Rider of the White Horse and Simon, to the extent that when I lived in England in the 1990s I dragged my unfortunate husband around the countryside looking for sites connected to him and the Civil War.


I got a bit obsessed with D'Artagnan from The Three Musketeers for quite a long time too, but I think that was more to do with the Richard Lester films (and the extreme gorgeousness of D'Artagnan!) than anything else.  I have read The Three Musketeers and its sequel and rather loved Dumas for a while but I don't think he really counts.

Wordless Wednesday

Book Meme - Day 13

Day 13 - Favorite childhood book OR current favorite YA book (or both!)


I've already written a bit about favorite childhood books, and some other YA/children's books that I have read more recently, so I thought I would pick a couple of ones I haven't mentioned before.


The Tomorrow series, by John Marsden.  Baby Bear got me onto this a couple of years ago and I read them pretty much all the way through in one go.   There are seven books in the original series, published between 1993-1999, and then a short series of three more novels published 2003-2006, which finish the story off.  Basically it's about a group of teenagers in a non-specified Australian country town and their attempts to survive after Australia is suddenly invaded by non-specified foreign forces.  It;s exciting, with bangs and things, but what made it really important to me was the wonderfully crafted development of the characters throughout the various troubles they face.  They were all on the edge of adulthood when it happened, and they are all tipped various ways with the stressors that face them.  The final three books, known as The Ellie Chronicles after the main character, deal with their attempts to rebuild their lives after the invasion is defeated.


The first book starts with the kids going camping in a secluded gorge, and being woken at night by fighter planes going overhead, and bombs exploding.  Not long after Baby Bear and I had read this first book, I was out shopping with George and Wombat and fighter planes started going overhead.  Baby Bear was at home on her own.  None of us were aware of any air shows or parades in Melbourne that might have justified this.  It creeped me out a but but I assumed there was a good reason for it, but she phoned me quite upset and was genuinely fearful.  I tried to dismiss it but realised that she actually needed her fears to be taken seriously, so I told her to check out the Internet for news of anything and then, if she really still felt scared, to go and hide under her bed.  I know that wouldn;t have done much actual good in a crisis, but it seemed to help her -  having a task to do, a contingency plan, and the fact that I was taking her fears seriously.  We never did find out why the planes were there, but it was an enduring reminder of how powerful the books were, and how fragile the status quo can be.


I also want to mention The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.  When this first came out I looked at it in a bookshop and wanted to cry, it was so close to home.  After a couple of years I steeled myself to read it, and thought it was excellent.  Anyone who wants to know more about Aspergers Syndrome/High Functioning Autism should read it and learn from it.  (Though apparently in 2009 Haddon declared that it was not specifically about Aspergers, which I think is probably right as the character was mixture of the characteristics of various types of autism). I was delighted that it won the Whitbread Prize in 2003.  Apparently he wrote it for an adult audience but his publishers wanted it marketed to young adults, which is how it was shelved when I bought it, and I know a lot of schools include it in their curriculum.  


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Real life - we have all pretty much recovered from our colds, thank goodness.  I hope that last night's garlic and chicken casserole killed off the last of the bugs!  (Chicken, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, and a WHOLE LOT OF GARLIC, like kill off every vampire in teen fiction for the next ten years amounts of garlic).  I am reheating the leftovers with extra chicken stock and pureeing it to make chicken soup for me for lunches for the rest of the week.


Valuing books left to Baby Bear by my father must be started.  A large hiatus occurred with sorting out all the stuff, owing to sicknesses of various sorts.  But now work must recommence.  Might even be fun, sort of!

Book Meme - Day 12

Day 12 - A book or series of books you’ve read more than five times


Hmm... I expect I have read the Narnia books at least five times.


I know I've read Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre at least five times (in the case of P&P, I think it's about 13 times).


I've read Testament of Youth quite a few times, probably at least 5.


I once went through a stage (quite lengthy) of rereading A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve - that went on for more than 5 years.


And, for frivolity,  Where's My teddy, by Jez Aldborough, was such a huge favorite of my childrens' that I used to be able to recite it.  Likewise with Mr Bear Says A Spoonful for You by Debi Gliori and The Monster Bed by Jeanne Willis.


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Real life gets in the way of things!  We spent the weekend with George's mum while the children were at a church camp nearby.  They got muddy and did scary adventure things, we sat around and chatted and enjoyed ourselves.  The weather was perfect, sunny and crisp with very cold nights. On Saturday afternoon George and I wandered around the countryside, meandering to Mirboo North and having a wonderful lunch at the Grand Ridge Brewery.  Apart from the great staff and the wonderful food, the dining room was full of amazing dining tables made from rough hewn slabs of timber that seated lots of people (we were on a more modest table as there was just the two of us) that epitomise what I would love to have as a dining table one day.


Since returning we all have colds.  Today is the first day this week that everyone is at school and work, and although I should be using the quiet time to do something useful I feel too awful to do anything except pootle around on the computer and, later, slump in front of the TV.  At least I have done LOTS of washing recently, at great cost to the electricity bill as it has been wet ever since our return and everything has had to go through the tumble dryer.


There were storms yesterday and last night throughout Victoria.  We escaped with just lots of rain, which is still sorely needed after years of drought.  But other parts of Melbourne and the state have suffered damage and at least one person has died in a car accident directly related to the weather.  We are fortunately located in a sheltered spot and rarely suffer more than the occasional fallen limb from a tree in storms, though we are sensible and secure things, put the glass-topped outside table under shelter, etc, to minimize possible damage.

Book Meme - Day 11

Day 11 - A book that disappointed you


I thought I would have to think really hard about this one.  Then I remembered the one and only time since reaching an approximation of adulthood that I had thrown a book across the room.


That book?  The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution by Shulamith Firestone.  I;ve read lots of feminist books, some of them good, some of them not so good, some downright hard to understand, some that made me cringe, and some that made me cheer.  This one was so awful it made me throw the book across the room.


I can't even remember why I hated it so much.  Oh, maybe it was her incredible dismissiveness of the value of mothering, plus her total lack of logic and her general annoyingness.  That's not a very incisive analysis, I realise that, but I;m not going to find the book to check it out any further.  Actually, I couldn't.  I gave it away to charity as soon as I had thrown it across the room (which was after reading all of it, I wouldn;t be THAT rude about a book unless I had finished it).


Other books that ought to be on this sort of list - Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand (What did I expect of Ayn Rand?  Certainly nothing quite as ludicrous as this huge pile of rubbish) and  Follow the Rabbit Proof Fence by Doris Pilkington (which was made into a good film but I am afraid I found to be totally unreadable).

Book Meme - Day 10

Day 10 - A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving


I've been thinking hard about this for the last couple of hours.


The most recent book to fit this description is, I think, Carpentaria by Alexis Wright.  I need to phrase this carefully to avoid what sounds like prejudice but is, quite honestly, a statement of fact and my own, personal taste.  I have not enjoyed the little I have read of Indigenous Australian writing.  I was rather dubious about this.  But the reviews did sound intriguing, and I had a book voucher from a nice bookshop.  So instead of buying crime or fantasy or craft books, I bought Carpentaria.  It took me another six months to get around to reading it.  I remained dubious for the first few pages.


Then I fell in love.


It is a huge, sprawling novel (literally as well as figuratively) and I loved every word of it.  IT was funny, creepy, tragic, magic, and so damn well written.


I take back everything I ever thought about 'Indigenous Australian writing' and realise, humbly, that it is like any other writing - some of it is not going to be to my taste, but that is no reason to dismiss it like I had done.


One day I will reread it.  (This is the greatest honour I can bestow upon a book).  Not right now, though, because I have so many other things to read and reread.  But I will never dispose of this book.  I love it.

Book Meme - Day 9

Day 09 - Best scene ever


That would change regularly, of course, like all of these answers.


But the one I am going to nominate is the one in Northern Lights, the first book of the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman.  (The book is known in the US as The Golden Compass).  In the alternative universe of these books, people do not have 'souls' but they have 'daemons', which are external, animal-shaped manifestations of 'souls'.  The scene where experiements are being carried out to surgically separate children from their daemons is one of the most powerful and devastating I have ever read.  I cried for an hour after reading that scene.  I felt as though I had had my own heart cut out.


Fantastic trilogy, one of the best fantasy series ever written.  One of the most memorable scenes ever written.


But ask me tomorrow and I might have another answer.

Book Meme - Day 8

Day 08 - A book everyone should read at least once


The instruction book that came with your latest electronic gadget...


A decent plain cookbook (I get annoyed with people who say they can't cook - if you can read, you can cook. If you can't read, I'll help you)...


Grimm's Fairy Tales - to teach you never to rely on anyone except yourself ...


Ancient myths and legends of any or all civilisations, to learn universal themes of existence ...

Book Meme - Day 7

Day 07 - Least favorite plot device employed by way too many books you actually enjoyed otherwise


Not sure about this one.  Something that immediately springs to mind is how Jodie Picoult always seems to have a list of 'buttons' which must be pressed to evoke specific emotions in the mind of the reader.  I actually enjoy her books; I find her characters engaging and her writing quite fluent, but whenever I read one (and I haven't read all of them by any means) I feel that she has a little list and marking off things that will make me react in certain ways.  Not quite writing by formula, otherwise I wouldn't bother with them, but transparent enough to make me annoyed that I am allowing myself to be maniuplated.


Otherwise - IDENTICAL TWINS.  Please don't use identical twins!  I just watched 'The Prestige', which is taken from a book by an author I quite enjoy, Christopher Priest.   I haven't read the book but I believe the same plot device is used.  It is cheap and cheating.  OF course the point in that story is that it IS cheating and leads to unforeseen consequences, but it still annoyed me.  When I was a child half the children's books seemed to include twins.  Especially the really far-fetched ones where whole families consisted of sets of IDENTICAL TWINS.   


And the murder stories where you can guarantee that if the detective (professional or amateur) fancies someone, that someone is the murderer, or at least is lying so much about something important that it can never be.  By all means have your protagonist occasionally shag a murder suspect, but not so predictably!

Book Meme - Day 6

Day 06 - Favorite book of your favorite series OR your favorite book of all time


AAHH!!! Not an answerable question.  My favorite book of all time changes from day to day, week to week, year to year.


All right, one I do always go back to - The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende.  It blew me away when I first read it, and it still does (I have read it another couple of times, at least).  Unfortunately I have managed to lose my copy and must replace it.  The sheer wonderfulness of the imagination - I suppose it's 'magic realism' - haunted and excited me.  It made me laugh and cry and hug myself and want to write like her.  Complete fail at that last one, incidentally!


Ask me next week and I will have another favorite book.  Oh, in recent years I have been hugely impressed by The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, and for the last twenty years or so, anything by Peter Carey and Angela Carter.  And in the last couple of years, Neverwhere and The Graveyard Book and Mirrormask by Neil Gaiman.