Driving home in Canberra city last night.
Happy birthday to my mother for Tuesday and me yesterday!
I updated my recommended authors list this week.
Never, ever buy books from Australian booksellers if you can buy them overseas! Weeks ago I ordered two books from Australia and one from overseas (America) for my mother. The American one arrived before her birthday. I still haven’t seen the others. How can Australia Post be that bad…?? The shop is just down the road.
I was going through one of those phases: I’d read so many bad books in a row I didn’t know what to do! A sickeningly misogynistic new adult book. An adult contemporary romance written in first person, present tense, which was driving me crazy (‘I go here. I do this. I think that. I scream. I eat. He looks at me. We kiss. I. I. Me. I.’). I read a book set in Georgian England where everyone spoke like they were from 2015 New York.
But the end of the week came and I came across some more promising reads. I think the phase is over.