I’m taking up residence at MWFblog again from now until the end of the Melbourne Writers Festival. I’ll also be jumping on a plane for New York on Thursday, to be followed by a brief sojourn in Iceland. Holiday time! I’m taking plenty of reading material but am gutted to be missing Bell Shakespeare’s Much Ado about Nothing. (Though I dare say I’ll find something else to do instead.) Someone see it for me!
I try to read 50 new books a year, and this blog records my attempts to get a handle on them. Literary grandstanding or the product of an untidy mind? No one knows.
To the numbers: when I started this blog I was 23 years old. The life expectancy for an Australian female is 83 years. 60 reading years left x 50 books = 3000 books.
Why yes, it is very literal. Some might also say it is numerical.
Please note that as of May 25, 2011, books I received through publicity channels are denoted by an asterisk. Earlier posts will include this information in the text (usually indirectly, e.g. by reference to a published review or interview).
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JoJo | 13th Aug 11 | 9:51 pm |
You will love Iceland
Read one of Arnaldur Indridason – an interesting Icelandic Detective and great environmental descriptors.
Don’t forget Halldor Laxness (Independent People) – Iceland’s Nobel Lauriate