Cats

For the Loneliness You Foster, I Suggest Paul Auster

I'm not doing the book review thing anymore, I lost track. When I added it up, I realised that I read at least 3 books a week (fast reader + a lot of time on trains), so that's over 150 book reviews in a year. Writing that many book reviews doesn't really appeal, so I'll just mention any books that piqued my interest. Recently I've been reading the New York Trilogy by Paul Auster, the sort of thing I like a lot and wondered why I hadn't got round to reading it before. I think it's what they were going for in I Heart Huckabees and failed to do. I hate that film. (But I love people messing around with the form of detective stories). I've also been re-reading all my Diana Wynne Jones books, for obvious reasons.... Read More...

Meow, meow, meow

Me & my ex-boyfriend had a cat. He was a stray who decided to move into my friends' house, and we ended up taking him. We had him for two years as a girl named Mia, until the vet said "you do know your cat is a neutered male, right?" so he reverted to his original name of Meow. As cats go, he was pretty good. Very affectionate, but had somehow missed out on the basic training programme for the cat lifestyle, and so was always getting himself into scrapes like getting his claws stuck in the sofa and not knowing what to do. Here he is hypnotising himself with one of those glitter lamps. Unfortunately he had to be put down the day before New Year's Eve, because he was old and ill and had lost the use of his legs and couldn't eat anymore. Goodbye Meow.... Read More...