Don’t get me wrong, yeah I think you’re all right,
But that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night.
I knew my day job would infiltrate my blog eventually. You’re obviously thinking I’m some sort of cool music act reviving the 90s, alas no, I send emails for a living. Song titles make good subject lines, and hopefully, post titles.
How is this relevant to reading?
As I make my way through the Baileys shortlist, impressions have been on my mind. Last year the shortlist blew me away, and while the books on this year’s are clearly marvellous, they’re not doing much for me. So far I’ve read The Paying Guests, A Spool of Blue Thread and A God in Every Stone . I didn’t hate them or feel they were badly written; A Spool of Blue Thread came the closest to moving me, but I couldn’t say that I’ll be thinking about it much now it’s read.
The more I read the harder I am to impress.
Books aren’t getting worse, we’re not running out of ideas, I’m finding it harder to top the best books I’ve read. Slaughterhouse-Five, Parade’s End, The Secret History, Cloud Atlas, Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Mansfield Park, Persuasion, The Bookshop, Offshore, The Reader, The Easter Parade, A Song of Ice and Fire series, Just Kids…. nothing quite matches them. Reading has become a drug and I keep reading in need of the next intellectual fix.
Sadly, thus far the Bailey’s list hasn’t managed to meet this challenge, and it makes me disappointed in myself.
Do you ever have this problem? Could you recommend me my next big read?
P.s. I promise not to make a habit of the songs, it’s the delirium.