TK's Blog

I love spending time in bookshops. Yes, seriously, I'm that much of a geek. Especially independently owned bookshops, where the owners are generally friendly and invariably quirky. Recently, as you know if you've been paying attention, I've been on the search for something new to read, something entirely new. I've spent a truly abominable amount of time in bookshops recently.

The odd thing is, literally just as I finished writing that paragraph, my mother announced that she'd bought me a new Terry Pratchett. Shamefully, I've read only one of his books.

I know, right? Bad fantasy fan. Next I'll be telling you I never finished Ursula le Guin's Earthsea Quartet.

I once had a rather embarrassing interlude in a bookshop, when in desperate need of a pen, I had to steal one. Pretending to glance over an Iris Murdoch book, while slipping a ballpoint up my sleeve was only slightly nervewracking in and of itself. What was worse was that I was trying to do it under the nose of a woman who looked like she could benchpress a beam of reinforced concrete.

Later, the same woman observed me almost getting my heart broken in the cafe with some disdain.

I think mostly though, that was because I threw away around half of my salmon and cream cheese bagel.

P.S. Spell check insists that it's spelled abominable, however I distinctly remember that C.S Lewis made a point in Prince Caspian of spelling it abhominable. English bods, clarification please.

P.P.S. What I said a few entries back about having a pre results party was not a joke but a cunningly disguised suggestion which was clearly just too subtle for your oh-so oblivious minds. People with houses, get to stepping.