Not a very good month this month. Only eight books read and none fit my Personal Challenge. I think I am slightly ahead of the game on this one so am not going to worry about it, but determined to make sure that come December 2007 I can put my hand on my heart and said I have kept my contract with myself to read one contemporary piece of fiction each month.
As readers of this blog will know I was struck down with a lightening attack of flu which pole axed me for five days and when I finally staggered out of bed and made it to the sofa, the mind was very woolly and really could not cope with anything that required any intellectual or analytical muscle whatsoever. So Atonement was put to one side until I was stronger and while in recovery mode, I read two Alistair McCall Smiths which I have blogged about and two Dorothy L Sayers, Whose Body? and Murder Must Advertise, both Peter Wimsey mysteries and both very good as always.
I read and loved, as I always do, the latest Katie Fforde Going Dutch and then had a wonderful, magical afternoon reading the Eva Ibbotson book A Glove Shop in Vienna which I have also blogged about at great length so will not repeat myself here.
And last night, I read the final page of Can you Forgive Her? and closed up the book with a feeling of complete happiness and total satisfaction. How I love these Palliser novels of Trollope! Phineas Finn now awaits me and I have watched the first few episodes of the Pallisers featuring this story and will now watch some more over the weekend if I can manage it. I think this book, if I have not finished it by the time I depart to Chicago, may come with me as it will provide comfort and stability in what is always a lunatic event in terms of rush, stress and panic.
So the teacher's report for March: 'Not bad but could do better'
