I have read lots of books lately which is a Good Thing - always makes me feel virtuous to put a dent in the towering TBR pile before buying a load more. (There are some books in the TBR pile that have been there a LONG time, too. I am starting to think I will never get round to reading On Beauty, for example, there always seems to be something else more appealing that begs to be picked up instead. And anyway, it looks too much like hard work. And I'll probaby end up feeling a right thicko because I don't get all the clever references and blah-di-blah. I don't want a book to give me an inferiority complex!)
I'm currently reading something (I won't say what) which is turning out to be a slow one, if you know what I mean. Clever and literary and beautifully written but... Well, it's just not a page-turner you can romp through, put it that way. Not one you can flop onto the sofa with and discover you've gobbled through 50 pages in the time it's taken you to sink a single glass of wine, chortling and ooh-ing at the juicy bits. Hmmm. Luckily, for some light relief, I'm also reading Wicked Whispers by Jessica Callan, which is the perfect counterpoint - a real guilty pleasure of a book, full of gossip and showbiz indiscretions. I'm telling myself it's research because one of my main characters in Novel 3 is a showbiz reporter for a tabloid but we all know that I'm just an old gossip at heart...
So tell me... what's the veteran in your To-Be-Read pile that you bought with such good intentions but which, for one reason or another, has remained resolutely unread since the day of purchase? Go on, fess up, you're amongst friends here. Oh yes, and should I make an effort and pick up On Beauty next?
PS Ran for half an hour with Lovely Partner along the river this morning. Lovely and cool, lots of leggy cow parsley in the hedgerows, ducks on the water, barely saw another person. Checked out my favourite new site and discovered we'd run 4km. Result!