Bookshop blether.

A man came in and asked my colleague to recommend a great crime book. She showed him several but he wasn't keen. She sent him down to me on the fiction floor. He said he wanted something that was a big adventure, maybe crime, but not dull, it had to have everything.
I asked what he had read and enjoyed previously. He said Dan Brown. Sigh. I showed him Kate Mosse "Labyrinth" and said that whilst I haven't read it myself it has been touted as the intelligent female version of "Da Vinci Code". He held it and said "Maybe."
Then I was inspired, and said "Ooh, I know...Kate Atkinson's "Case Histories". It's a detective story, hugely enjoyable. It's a page turner where you really want to know what happens, It's an easy read, but extremely well written, I can recommend it without hesitation."
He held that in his hands too.
Then he told me that actually he has never read a book written by a woman, and didn't think he'd start now, but thanks. He handed the books back whilst I protested. He left.

Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld.

I loved this book, absolutely adored it. It was insightful and fun and embarrassing and wonderfully observational. It is about an American "Prep"; a boarding school for rich people that Lee, the main character, wins a scholarship to. So some of the things described are alien, but the teenage stuff is excruciatingly spot on and universal.

Truth and recognition in any book, film, music or comedy is what makes me fall in love with it. I suppose the things that I feel as truth are personal to me, and so when I hear them articulated by somebody else I feel a little less alone in the world. This paragraph just thrilled me;

"...I looked at the floor around my chair to make sure I hadn't dropped anything. I was terrified of unwittingly leaving behind a scrap of paper on which were written all my private desires and humiliations. the fact that no such scrap of paper existed...never decreased my fear."

Perfect!

I devoured this book. It's wonderful when you read something that captures your imagination so much that you are constantly waiting for the next opportunity to read. I will definitely buy her next novel, and feel sad that this one is finished.

http://www.waterstones.com/waterstonesweb/displayProductDetails.do?sku=3821701

Grrrrrrrrr

It's one of those shitty, shabby days where everything is off from the get go.
And I have written and deleted, written and deleted, inbetween bouts of net surfing and eating, and have now ended up with nothing. Nothing but self loathing.

The library.

I work in a bookshop. I love books. I covet books. I buy books. I have two huge bookcases in my lounge stuffed with the very best of my books. I read book reviews and think, hmmm, that one sounds great, I'd love to read it. I put stock out at work and store interesting titles and my favourite authors in the staff reservations cupboard until one day when I can afford them. This month there are at least 7 titles that I really want to read, but, sad face, I have no money.
At my old book shop we were allowed to borrow the books that we wanted to. The manager felt that as long as they were returned in pristine condition that it was fine for us to do this. He liked the fact that we had in depth knowledge of our stock. I would borrow the hardback books and read them ultra carefully, nobody would ever be able to tell that I had read it. The bookshop I now work in doesn't allow this practice, and I really understand why. As a buyer I would be beyond furious to know that someone had already opened my book. I like uncracked spines and clean pages and general newness. That is why i loathe and detest library books. they feel slightly sticky, they lack the whoo heady glory of a brand new publication, and other people have eeew, touched them.
When I was young I swear I found dried spunk on the pages of a sex scene. This scarred me.
Now, I am poor. And I have children who I wish to encourage to read. I kept on buying then ace kids book from work, but even with a staff discount providing enough books for my twins is too costly. So in summer we signed up to our local village library, and the boys did the Reading Mission. I have been going back and swapping 4 books every couple of weeks. This week for the first time I stood there and pondered on the fact that there are adult books too. Suddenly a light bulb went off in my head;

*I could read books for free*

I could just borrow books. it was as if the concept of a library had previously escaped me. What a wonderful and amazing thing. One can borrow books to read. And not pay. Amazing.

So I duly scoured the shelves for books I want. I am after particularly "A lover of unreason" the new biography of Assia Wevil (Ted Hughes second wife), I want to read Margaret Atwood's latest collection of stories, Kate Atkinson's new one "One good turn", Mark Haddon's "A spot of bother", one by a new author, and I can't remember her name right now, but I'd know it if I saw it!, the new Les Murray "The biplane houses", and I also want Melissa Banks "The wonder spot."
I looked for all of these, and found none. So I then looked at every book on each fiction/biography and poetry shelf. This didn't actually take very long. There aren't that many books there. I found "Prep" by Curtis Sittenfeld, and yes, I have looked at that before and thought I wouldn't mind reading it. And I found a very trashy read; "Paula, Michael and Bob" all about Paula Yates. That's it. That's when the joy faded and I realised that I could read any number of historical romances but the only current new literary fiction hardback available was "The vanishing of Esme Lennox" by Maggie O'farrell, and no offence to Ms O'Farrell, I just am not terribly keen on her writing. There were 3 books in the poetry section. 3!!! ; The collected works of Ted Hughes, Old Possums cat doo dah, and a battered anthology.

Sigh.

Still, I am enjoying the Paula Yates one. Only I have to keep washing my hands with anti bac soap...

Faffery.

On what planet is faffing around for an entire 6 hours and writing only 2 paragraphs of a story which I will delete tomorrow "being a writer."?
I suck.