Its #6Degrees time again.
This month we start with Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay.
I have not read this book.
I do not know how that has been allowed to happen.
I have always intended to read it. I really want to read it. Somehow I never have.
So, it being Lifeline Bookfest time in Brisbane I said: “I am going to buy Picnic at Hanging Rock at the Bookfest.” Anyone who has been to the Brisbane Bookfest will know this is crazy talk. You cannot buy ‘a’ book at Bookfest. Bookfest is apparently ‘the world’s largest second-hand book sale’. I don’t know who judges these things but I do know that it is HUGE and it is not alphabetical. If Picnic was there I could not find it.
However, last time I was at Bookfest I marvelled at the number of copies of Fifty Shades of Grey available to buy. Hundreds of copies. All lined up on a table. Someone lent me Fifty Shades and insisted I read it. I read the first two chapters and no amount of future sex scenes could entice me to read further. Sorry.
A book I did read that had sex in it was The Bronze Horseman by Paulina Simmons. There were lots of these at Bookfest today. I found it rather silly. I read it as a part of a former book club. (Not the Pocket Bookclub who have been voted the best book club in the world). We used to meet in the Fernvale Pub and ate some good curry in winter.
A more satisfying read from that former book club was Margaret Atwood’s, Alias Grace. My first Atwood. Alias Grace is historical fiction – Atwood is such a genre jumper (even if she does not see it that way). I am also a genre jumper. I vote for genre anarchy. So, I am going to jump genres to…
…fantasy with American Gods by Neil Gaiman because I dug it off my shelf recently as it is now a television series. Maybe I will read it again. I don’t remember it well.
I didn’t use to re-read books. It always seemed like a waste of time when there are so many books in the world to discover. I didn’t use to re-watch movies either. Same reason. I will re-watch Game of Thrones in an obsessive-compulsive way. I will never re-read it. I read the first book and won’t be reading the rest of them.
Something I can’t stop re-reading is Yann Martel’s Beatrice and Virgil. Something about that book just keeps drawing me back.
Wow, so many books I didn’t actually like on my list this month. I figure you have to read the things you don’t like to feel the joy of falling in love with something you do. Kissing a lot of toads and all that.