P-p-p-p-pick up some lovely Penguin proofs and people…

February 2, 2012 at 8:24 am | Posted in books, Literature, Penguin, Reading | Leave a comment
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Last night I spent a wonderful evening at Penguin Towers.  The view from the 10th floor was beautiful – the Oxo Tower and even the National Theatre look stunning at night – and I had a wonderful time speaking to authors as diverse as Alain de Botton, Phil Earle, Ben Masters and Robert Macfarlane.  I came away with some brillliant literary booty too:

1) Daughters by Elizabeth Buchan

2) Noughties by the precocious, but not pretentious, Ben Masters

3) The Murders in the Rue Morgue and Other Tales by Edgar Allan Poe

4) Time Riders by Alex Scarrow

5) The Old Ways by Robert Macfarlane

6) Into the Valley of Death by A L Berridge

7) Some lovely Penguin notebooks.

My only regret was not speaking to the editor of Vogue about making her tea and coffee until the end of time, just to be near the mothership of that hallowed publication…


Blue Monday indeed

May 24, 2010 at 7:55 pm | Posted in books, Boredom, Literature, Reading, sleep, Uncategorized, Waterstone's, work | Leave a comment
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I want to be doing this:

but I also yearn to feel inspired (that sentence makes me sound as if I need to read Women Who Think Too Much, or an equally cringeworthy read, but hey).

The fact is, my friends, that after work, which I love very much and don’t want to do less of (bad Amy – you ended a clause in a preposition!), Dooby feeding, bathing, dressing and entertaining, and sleep (mmmm, sleep, come to me), there really isn’t much time for anything else.  Yes, I know that their not being enough hours in the days is not exactly a new idea, but that’s not quite what I mean.  What I want is to feel interested again.  It’s been too long since I finished a book; I managed about six in Florida this March, where the hell is the next novel which makes me let my coffee sink to arctic temperatures?

I’m not depressed; I don’t think so, anyway.  It’s true that boredom is often just a mask for the black dog, but I don’t think that’s my problem.  I just want something to stun me.  Is that too much to ask?

P.S.  Yes, I know I sell books and should be able to find one which takes my fancy quite easily, but I can’t.  So there.

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