As the end of the year looms, this may well be some of the last reading blogs, but I promised myself that the holiday year will only end upon return to the college on 27th January, 2015.
The Reef by Di Morrissey 621 pages. I remember the dilemma facing me when I selected this book to swap in Mackay. Which one of these broad works should be my sampling of this author? I was quite intrigued by the one featuring references to Hawaii, but because of our extended time near said, great barrier reef, why not this title.
Result: Having made a sample of Morrissey’s work I will probably not put her on the – must read more – list. I can see why a good many women enjoy them, gripping tales, characters without complexity, but really do the men have to be such “pigs”. I looked back at the date of publication a few times 2006, surely husbands don’t act like that anymore? Surely the TV personality doesn’t expect to get away with sexual abuse? I find myself angry with Rod in response, unfair, he isn’t to blame. Lucky reading this isn’t time consuming.
Trading Reality by Michael Ridpath 391 pages. A book to bridge the new year. Found alone in the facilities at Mt Gambier library, then adopted and moved with the mini library to Sydney. Numbers are getting down to a reasonable reading list now. I will be able to start using the library again soon without feeling guilty.
Result: On the back cover …’the thriller everyone has been waiting for…’ while this is a reference to another Ridpath book – Free to Trade, this is relevant to what I just finished. Classic thriller, murder, corporate manipulation, with the added dimension of virtual reality technology, just the ticket to take me away from the everyday.
Which brings me to the point I have decided to end this record of books read on my year away from the classroom. The total being 26,299 pages since the end of the 2013 academic year. Being that it is now 2015 time to close off the total. There was also the heated exchange between Rod and myself the crux of which seemed to be the “you read books, I enjoy the garden” that made me ponder why do I need the escape into novels?
There are still six novels left from my travel library. Entertainment for those times of waiting or a few pages to induce sleep. I will get to them. Considering that Bookfest 2014 saw a purchase of some 13 titles, I feel affirmed at reducing that by half while still managing to swap titles for most of the year. Perhaps I will offer some of the present completed collection to my nephew about to tour the globe for several years. Who knows where they will end up?
The poor bedraggled bookmark only just survived. I should preserve it under glass, as a souvenir of 2014.