Crikey I've been a bore for the last month. I have done pretty much nothing of interest. I've barely even read:
Conversations with Friends - after really enjoying Normal People I jumped on Sally Rooney's debut. I didn't enjoy it anywhere near as much. Oh well.
The Name of the Wind- is one of those books that I've been meaning to read for a while. When the second person told me it was their favourite book ever, I thought I ought to give it a go. And it's good. It's really good. Rattled through it pretty quickly for a book of such girth. But:
1. It's a fantasy. Proper magic and other lands fantasy. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.
2. It's the first part of a trilogy, of which:
2a. Book two is a thousand pages long and has an elf with a magic sword on the front cover; and
2b. The third part hasn't been written.
A resounding hmmmmmm.
Right, I'm off to do something worth writing about.
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