Finally I can get around to catching up with all the books I have bought in the last couple of months. I am particularly proud of this lot as there is plenty of quality and variety which will keep me happy in the upcoming months.
Currently I am halfway through the mammoth Arguably by Christopher Hitchens and it was by no means an easy choice of pick with all the other books having an equally persuasive argument for my time and attention. In the en it made sense to read that first so I could catch up on the many outstanding reviews that need doing, whilst not adding many more to the list in the meantime.
Hanging around bookshops is not only an exhilarating experience but also reminds me on how narrow I find my field of reading is. When looking at one’s book collection critically, it is easy to spot many yawning gaps, which is great as they demand plugging with yet another trip and a keen eye for bargains.
Doing lots of research helps of course, finding out what my favourite writers rate highly and wishing to be taken to those places whilst wondering why such books hadn’t come to my attention before and why they are not as widely rated as they may deserve.
It turned out I bought Books, Baguettes & Bedbugs from Nottingham, rather than Boston which goes to show how rubbish my memory is outside the covers of a book. Still it is the words that move, sometimes the place of purchase is incidental, yet at others forms the feel of the book, such is the uniqueness of the reading adventure.
Today I happened upon Nottingham’s status as a UNESCO city of literature as well, which passed me by last year, with the books that continue to flow into the bookshops and into my pile, hands and memory, this is indeed a good thing. Long may it continue, as the more I read the more gaps in my knowledge I need to fill. this is literary bliss!