I’m currently reading Christos Tsiolkas’ novel The Slap. I am enjoying it, as it’s quite easy to read and throws up some interesting discussion points, however I’m having a bit of a blip with it today and I think that it has partly to do with being such an unseasonal read.
At the moment, all I feel like doing is having hot baths, chatting on the phone, knitting (yes I’ve started my once-yearly, usually-abandoned-quickly knitting project) and reading a nice cosy book.
By cosy, I don’t necessarily mean cheerful. It can be a gloomy book but it has to be dramatic and exciting and makes me feel all the more lucky to be tucked up safe and sound. For example, I’m planning to read Jane Eyre at Christmas which I anticipate will tick all my Christmas-read boxes; classic, dramatic, set in another time, and a real story.
The Slap on the other hand is set in Australia at a summer barbecue, and it’s about ordinary lives. It is good read, but I’m just not feeling it today. I sense a bit of a diversion coming on – perhaps a bit of 90210 series 2 on the laptop (pure guilty pleasure) while I knit a few more rows…
Do you ever find yourself reading the wrong kind of book for the season and struggling?