Let me half-heartedly apologize for not posting in quite a while. I went to England, my mecca of English Literature, to explore the world that I've fallen in love with while reading.
For that trip I had to read travel literature A Guide to Dickens' London by Daniel Tyler and Jane Austen in Bath: Walking Tours of the Writer's City by Katherine Reeve. Then, of course, I read Persuasion, Austen's novel about Bath, and I started Dickens' Bleak House, which begins with terrific descriptions of London.
But now I'm back, and fighting the good fight to fit reading time into the sleepy period between my two jobs. Yesterday afternoon I finished A Game of Thrones. I don't warrant it a blog review, because I didn't read it that way. I just wanted to read for reading's sake, and I think it was the perfect book for that. I like it a lot.
Next I move on to three book club picks: Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, and Bring Up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel. Somewhere in there I would like to finish Bleak House. Lofty aspirations, but I intend to make up for lost time.