Finished the Capote while the Fecklet napped…very good indeed. Next on the list is either Mr Knightley’s Diary, by Amanda Grange, or She’ll Take It, a Little Black Dress by Mary Carter.
Fecklet squirms when he nurses these days, so I’m not doing as much reading as I’d like to, and when I do, it’s preferably a book I can hold in one hand. I read a big, hardback copy of Lisey’s Story by Stephen King last week and I nearly gave it up, because it was slow to start and the book was so darn big I had to do some engineering work with pillows in order to read it. I stuck with it, just because it was Stephen King and I would read the phone book if Stephen King wrote it, but it was a struggle.
It was a mixed bag, as most of Stephen King’s recent books have been for me: I was completely gripped, I loved the thoroughness of his worldbuilding, and I liked very much the insight into how he sees a writer’s life (the heroine is the widow of a famous writer). But the character motivations were a little bit weak at a key point; the heroine’s sister, who was meant to provide a lot of motivation, was sloppily drawn; and the ending was slightly damp.
I wholeheartedly love some King books: Carrie, The Shining, The Talisman and Black House, and Misery which I love, love, love. And the rest of his books linger in my mind for a long time. So I’ll always read a book of his, even if it’s not portable.
On another topic, there are only eight more days until The Sun and Asda are giving away Spirit Willing, Flesh Weak, FREE!
