The Monkey Princess (stellanova) wrote,
The Monkey Princess

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I never just read one book at once. One of the reasons I fell in love with Gilmore Girls was the scene in which Rory explains that her schoolbag is so heavy because she has to take several different books to read on the bus because she doesn't know what she'll be in the mood for later in the day. I could totally identify. But every so often I feel as though I am reading too many books at once. Here's what I'm currently reading (and enjoying all of them very much):

Hons and Rebels by Jessica Mitford. A re-read, of course -according to my customary flyleaf signature and date of purchase, I aquired my (60s Penguin) copy back in 1991. I absolutely love Jessica Mitford - she's been one of my few genuine heroines since I was an idealistic young teenager.

Debs at War by Anne De Courcy. I'm reading it for work, and it's absolutely fascinating. As the name suggests, it's about posh English girls and their contributions to the war effort, and how they went from parties to making aeroplanes. They're all a lot more sympathetic than one might think from the opening chapters, which are full of their accounts of going cubbing and not reading newspapers.

Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves, which is utterly brilliant and which I am drawing out and only reading a chapter a week, practically. I can't believe I never read it during my adolescent WW1 obsession, during which I wept over Siegfried Sassoon and Wildred Owen (and the end of Blackadder Goes Forth, which I rewatched in my sister's house last week for the first time in years and which made me bawl again. I remember when it aired first, when I was about 14, my family were sitting around watching it as usual and laughing away, and at the very end we all sat there surreptitiously sobbing).

Armadale by Wilkie Collins, which I started years ago and never finished. So now I am starting it again. The first couple of hundred pages are a bit much, but once the evil laudanum-addicted villainess turns up it quickly becomes more like the smart, intentionally hilarious, exciting Collins we (or at least I) know and love.

Victorian London by Liza Picard, which I started a few weeks ago and haven't finished yet because it was too big a hardback to take to London so I read her book about 18th century London in the meantime.

And that's it. Well, kind of. I'm also reading a Sophie Kinsella book while I eat my breakfast (I always have a crappy but fun book which I keep on the table for mealtime reading, but that doesn't count). And I'm almost overwhelmed. Usually in this situation one or two of the books fall by the wayside and never get finished, but I'd actually like to finish all them. And I bet I won't.
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