As I had a busy week or two at the end of January, I never did get round to posting on my reading. Unfortunately my plan to read 'The Prince' by Machiavelli' just didn't happen. I needed lighter, escapist reading to get through grim time, not classic literature, if you could call it that. And so I skipped the book club choice.
But I did read two books in January. Feel a bit ashamed to admit this on the Year in Books link because most others are reading serious stuff like 'The Goldfinch': my choice was the new Bridget Jones book, ' Mad about the Boy'. I loved the original Bridget Jones book, which I remember reading at one sitting, and enjoyed the film, which I watched again with my daughter when it was on TV last week. So I hoped that this book would be as good and ordered the Kindle version as I wasn't prepared to fork out for the hardback and the reservation queue in the library had 46 people in front of me. Deeply disappointed, though; it was terrible. Entirely implausible plot with Bridget aged 50+ being pursued by a 30 year old toy boy. And a large part of it consisted of text message exchanges with this toy boy which was really irritating. Also it was obvious from early in the book who she was going to end up with. Still, there were some funny bits like her response to the other mothers on the PTA at her children's school and the way she kept checking to see how many followers she had on Twitter. Sound like me checking on my Blogger stats.
My other January read was 'Where'd You Go, Bernadette?' by Maria Semple. I've already blogged about how much I enjoyed this. It was similar to the Bridget Jones books in some ways: the plot unfolds in a series of emails and other documents; it satirises the behaviour of PTA mothers; it has an implausible plot and it could be described as comedy. But it is vastly superior - it made me laugh but deals with serious stuff like mental health issues too. I really cared what happened to Bernadette and there were loads of unexpected plot twists, keeping me guessing right until the end. Plot really matters to me, you see.
In February I am reading 'The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry', which has a quote from Erica Wagner on the cover saying she 'couldn't put it down'. I'm finding it quite easy to put down and am getting a little weary of Harold's journey: am half way through and he's only just reached Bath from his south coast starting point - he's planning to walk to Berwick. Feel a bit like he does about my journey through this book - it's a long haul.