The last few days I finally got to do some things I've been dying to do for weeks now: catch up with some friends, do lots of cooking, watch TV all day and not feel guilty, read and make a Penguin Classics collage for the study.
I've been trying out several recipes from Miss Dahl's Voluptuous Delights which a friend lend me as well as the BBC adaptation of Dickens' Bleak House which kept me company on a dreary Friday. Both the book and the series are excellent. Thank you Liesje!
I also finished The Echo Maker which was off to a promising start but then went on and on and left me feeling frustrated and unfulfilled after 600 pages of endless psychobabble. If Powers only had cut out 200 pages it would have been an interesting and moderately engaging novel but now, this story about a man who no longer recognizes his sister after being in a car crash just got on my nerves. If books that babble like brooks and ultimately end up nowhere are your thing, by all means delve in. Luckily, I wasn't the only one in today's book club who felt like this.
Now, I'd like to end my week of domestic bliss with some light and preferably short reading, any suggestions?
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