Friday, August 03, 2007

Reading Matter(s)

When I finished uni, I swore that I would never read a worthy book ever again. That anything I read from that point on would either have a pink jacket, or a title spelled out in glittering prismic letters. And I did try for a while, the summer after finals saw me stretched out in the hammock reading Tesco specials, you know, books bought on a whim with groceries. But like eating burgers and plastic cheese instead of asparagus pie and Camembert, the kitten heeled heroines began to leave me not only unsatisfied, but feeling mildly nauseous. I still tried, only paying even less, I bought them in Oxfam and Cancer Research. 50p copies of Lets Meet on Platform 8 cooed to me, "we're not so bad... we're built for the hammock and a glass of red, come on..." Daisy Falls in Love, It's my Party, FourPlay, I've brought them all home with their fluffy promises of an easy read, a pally gossip in the garden. They just don't cut the mustard. Now I once again work hard at my books. Uni ruined me for fluff. Thanks uni.

Beach day today. The local BBC weather forecast promises us a decent enough 25oC, the fat faced full little sun last night loomed off the webpage grinning and pointing at the picnic hamper. So at 9pm I merrily drove to the Co op and bought mini sausage rolls, hummus and egg custard ready to pack up. 4am this morning saw me awakened by the sound of a wind usually only captured on 1930 black and white films about the Russian Steppes. It has time to cheer up though, no? I shall make the eggy sandwiches and then choose my book to take.

Now, Painter of Signs, or Faye King Goes to Town?


4 comments:

nursemyra said...

egg custrad? what kind of egg baps do you make with custard?

Pesk said...

nooooo... eggy custards are pies! Gorgeous too. Egg custard made with nutmeg and poured into a pastry case and left to go cold.
D'you think I might have an egg fetish?

nursemyra said...

if you have an egg fetish then you must be a fan of In the Realm of the Senses :-)

drewgum said...

I was thinking of the books I used to read - Stephen King, Forsyth, Len Deighton and so on all over the Summer. I couldn't do that now. Curently reading a Finnish book, (in English) and then a book about Iraq.

I miss reading thrillers but find them unsatisfying now......