The last post I, well, posted here was way back in April, so “it’s been a while, huh?” doesn’t quite cut it in this situation. It’s been an interesting eight or so months since then, and I’ve debated whether or not book blogging is something that I want to spend my time doing. I’m still not sure, but I want to get back into my book photography, and I still relish the opportunity to talk about the books I’ve read, so here I am.
Let’s see how it goes this time around.
So what have I been doing in the time I’ve been not-posting? I’ve attempted to write a few posts that haven’t really gone anywhere (think a rambly mush of word vomit). I’ve been reading, mostly the usual YA, with a little non-fiction and some adult stuff as well. And, for five of the eight months it’s been since my last post, I was backpacking through Europe, an experience I like to think has changed me for the better, or at the very least was a hell of a lotta fun. In some ways, I feel like travelling has also changed my relationship with reading, something that I’d like to discuss in a future blog post.
I didn’t read much while I was away, but I’ve been doing what I feel like is a decent job of making up for that since I got home. I’m currently reading two books: The Secret History by Donna Tartt and The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay. Both books were recommended to me by family members – The Secret History is one of my aunt’s favourite books, which I received as a birthday present, and the (well-loved and battered) copy of The Power of One that I’m reading belongs to my mum.
Both books are a little different to what I’m used to reading. The Secret History because it’s an adult novel as much as anything else, and also because it’s peppered with Classical references that mostly go over my head when there isn’t an explanation of them. That’s not to say that I’m not enjoying it, although I do feel like it’s a book that I’ll appreciate more on the reread.
I’m not sure whether The Power of One is considered YA, perhaps partly because it was published well before YA was the the thing it is now. But it’s certainly YA-esque, so more familiar territory there. I confess that my knowledge of South African history is pretty limited. So I’m on a bit of a learning curve with this one. One of the perks of a child narrator (I’m still quite early on in the story – Peekay is currently six years old) is that they’re just as confused and bewildered and unaware of history as you are. Which helps!
I’ll leave this as a shorter post, and won’t make any promises as to when my next one will be. One of the problems I think I ran into earlier this year was that I was over-complicating things – I wanted to do too much. I had all these different ideas on the go but wasn’t really getting around to pulling them off. And I think I was comparing myself with other blogs too much. So I’ve decided that I’m going to stick to reviews, and maybe the odd reading related discussion. And sharing my bookish photography, hopefully.
Until next time,