I suppose I should have spotted the flaw in my ingenious master plan. The whole premise of this blog was that, assuming I maintain my average reading speed and live to the average life of a UK male who has already got to 40, I would have 2,606 books left to read. I, therefore, intended to blog about each one and hope that I made it past the magic number.
All well and good but there's a snag. What happens when the mood takes me for trash? Sometimes I don't want to have to think or concentrate and I just want to go on auto-pilot and read something fun and easy. Nothing wrong in that - in fact I enjoy it. The problem then is that I should blog about it but there's really nothing to say. Maybe I'm just being lazy but I don't want to just summarise plots and there are books where there's nothing to analyse, nothing to critique. On the other hand, I don;t want to brush them under the carpet and pretend I never read them. That would be disingenuous and would cut away at the whole premise of what I am doing. So, for the sake of completeness, here are books I've read over the past few months that I really don't feel like writing about - unless anyone really wants me to!
2,538: End of the Rainbow by Oliver Holt - enjoyable report of England's ill-fated World Cup 2010 campaign.
2,537: The Warrior Elite by Dick Couch - fascinating account of US Navy SEAL training
2.536: The Finishing School by Dick Couch - follow-up to The Warrior Elite
2,535: The Fourth Protocol by Frederick Forsyth - fun Cold War thriller
2,534: Au Revoir to All That by Michael Steinberger - interesting, if uneven, critique of the current state of French cuisine
2,533: The Crunch by Alex Brummer - compelling, if depressing, account of the Northern Rock collapse and the beginning of the financial crisis from a British perspective.
So, there we are. Glad that's off my chest. Normal service can now be resumed.
All well and good but there's a snag. What happens when the mood takes me for trash? Sometimes I don't want to have to think or concentrate and I just want to go on auto-pilot and read something fun and easy. Nothing wrong in that - in fact I enjoy it. The problem then is that I should blog about it but there's really nothing to say. Maybe I'm just being lazy but I don't want to just summarise plots and there are books where there's nothing to analyse, nothing to critique. On the other hand, I don;t want to brush them under the carpet and pretend I never read them. That would be disingenuous and would cut away at the whole premise of what I am doing. So, for the sake of completeness, here are books I've read over the past few months that I really don't feel like writing about - unless anyone really wants me to!
2,538: End of the Rainbow by Oliver Holt - enjoyable report of England's ill-fated World Cup 2010 campaign.
2,537: The Warrior Elite by Dick Couch - fascinating account of US Navy SEAL training
2.536: The Finishing School by Dick Couch - follow-up to The Warrior Elite
2,535: The Fourth Protocol by Frederick Forsyth - fun Cold War thriller
2,534: Au Revoir to All That by Michael Steinberger - interesting, if uneven, critique of the current state of French cuisine
2,533: The Crunch by Alex Brummer - compelling, if depressing, account of the Northern Rock collapse and the beginning of the financial crisis from a British perspective.
So, there we are. Glad that's off my chest. Normal service can now be resumed.
2 comments:
I can relate. Actually, I've decided that closer to the end of the year I'm write a post just with tiny-reviews of books I don't have much to say about.
I've felt the same way!
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