So Hilary Mantel did it and I didn't. Let me explain. Di and I were standing in Waterstones, mulling over which of the new books to buy, all of them shiny harbacks with enticing covers. Di chose Wolf Hall, the winner of the Booker, I didn't. Well done Di. Now the question is, what did you think of it?
I chose the new Iain Banks and the new Margaret Atwood although if I hadn't faced the prospect of being overweight at Heathrow, I would have bought the Coetzee as well.
I'm not being a good reader at the moment. A few pages into Home by Marylin Robinson (Gilead sequel), a few chapters into Waterlog by the late Roger Deakin, half way through the Iain Robinson, nearly finished The Wisdom of Crowds, almost finished Dreams: A Very Short Introduction (husband has grabbed it from me) and about twenty more books are glaring at me from all over my bedroom, on my desk, at my bedside and on the floor. Husband says he wants to live in a Zen environment and is very annoyed by my clutter. Ah, the joys of marriage.
