piapiapiano (piapiapiano) wrote,

What I Read On My Holidays

Inkspell by Cornelia Funke -- this is the 'sequel' to Inkheart, even though the author originally intended Inkheart to be a standalone story. I think her first instinct was the right one.

Ingo by Helen Dunmore

Stuart: A Life Backwards by Alexander Masters -- I really really recommend this book. The things people manage to cope with -- it's humbling.

Long Way Down by Nick Hornby -- it's about four people who all want to commit suicide, and it's much more entertaining than you 'd think from that description. :D

Talk To The Hand by Lynne Truss

Thud!, Guards! Guards!, Men At Arms and Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett -- damn Terry P! Every time I read one of his new books I get an uncontrollable urge to read everything else he's written. The only reason there are only four books listed here is that I gave all my other Terry P. books to my father's wife. Otherwise I'd still be immersed in the Discworld.

Howl's Moving Castle, Castle In The Air and Black Maria by Diana Wynne Jones

Branagh by Mark White -- a book I'd expect to see on Leenielou's list rather than mine. ;)

Spin by Robert Charles Wilson -- possibly I've seen too many recommendations for this book so my expectations were very high. I'm glad I read it, though, because it's made me see that (and this was a revelation to me) I prefer my science fiction to be full of shiny ideas and less concerned with character development. I got very irritated with all the soap opera aspects of the story -- will our hero ever get his girl? will we ever learn why her mother was so unhappy? what was in the mysterious missing box of mementoes? blah blah blah enough of all that! I want to know more about the Hypotheticals! And tell me more about seeding Mars! :D

Assassin's Apprentice, Royal Assassin and Assassin's Quest by Robin Hobb -- I've never read any Robin Hobb, but my dad's wife leant me these. I'd always wondered how she managed to write so many very thick books. And now I know -- it's mostly down to a lot of pointless repetition and padding. A good story lurked in the middle of it, mind you, but I had to search for it.

Swallowing Grandma by Kate Long -- I like her style of writing. She doesn't take the easy way out with everyone living happily ever after, so there's a satisfying untidy not-quite ending (like Anne Tyler but slightly happier). Recommended.

Dragon-Slayer by Rosemary Sutcliff -- a re-telling of Beowulf. Much more entertaining than Seamus Heaney's translation.

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson -- I loved this but I don't know why. Nothing much happened, and it just kind of stopped after a while. But it was lovely to read.

Moondust by Andrew Smith -- love love love this. It's a collective biography of the Apollo moonwalkers. So many things to think about. Of the three men in each crew, one didn't go down to the moon but instead stayed in orbit. I'd never thought about that before. To go so far, and not be able to travel the last few miles. To work and travel with two other men, and watch them go while you're left behind -- knowing that part of your job might be to leave them behind if there's a problem with the lunar module. To be one of only a handful of people to be completely out of touch with Earth, as the orbiting ship passed behind the far side of the moon. Go. Read it. :)

And now I have to get my smart clothes sorted out for this evening. It's the final evening of the Manx Music Festival so I'll have to be a bit dressed up. And before that my dad's organised a go-kart family extravaganza (to celebrate his birthday, which was yesterday) so Matt and I are off up north to Jurby.
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