Wherein A Tired Inkslinger Takes Advantage of Rare Internet Access

I can't wait until our new home has internet access. It has a sweet little settee (passed down from Mr. Inkslinger's grandparents), and three lovely new bookcases, and even a new book or two (I couldn't resist!), but no internet.  So I've been missing things . . .

I've been reading like the dickens, though, in between tidying up boxes, organizing books and dvds, staring aghast at our lovely, large closet filled with  . . . well, space and comparing it to our sides-a-bursting library (which is suffering from the opposite affliction). Perhaps I should reassess those priorities. But the reassess is highly unlikely. But I digress . . .


I've read or begun a number of good books lately, Practical Jean (a dark comedy by Trevor Cole) was amusing and disturbing and well worth the time (it's about a woman who has recently lost her mother to a lingering illness and decides to get busy making sure her best friends don't suffer the same fate . . . by carefully -- and with much affection -- plotting their murders!). And I've started reading The Lord of the Rings trilogy again. It's September, after all (if not for long), and the 22nd was the birthday of both Bilbo AND Frodo. Just seems like a good time to revisit Middle-earth :).  And I've been enjoying Rosemary Sutcliff's prose in Shield Ring (I'm reading and listening to it on Kindle while I tidy and paint and organize). 


Finally, I've been completely engrossed in Darkmans by Nicola Barker.  I'm nearing the finish line (one hundred pages to go) and loving every minute of it.  Unique, involving, intelligent . . . just a wonderful read so far!  But I'll undoubtedly write more (about this and the others) when the internet is restored to me. Until then . . . I suppose I'll just have to read some more.