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Train Reading

28 Nov

Today I spent 5 hours on trains and a lot of that time was devoted to Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter. Reading on train journeys in such a treat. As I’ve been travelling all over the place lately, I’ve worked my way through a tonne of the books I’ve been meaning to read, but there are always more waiting. I have ‘to-read’ lists and post-its all over the place! Here’s a selection from the list that I’d like to read by the end of the year (and a handy *hint, hint* Christmas list for anyone wondering what to get me). There are classics and New York Times bestsellers, recommendations from friends and Man Booker winners….

Beautiful Ruins – Jess Walter

The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro

NW – Zadie Smith

Dust – Hugh Howey

The English Patient – Michael Ondaatje

All Quiet on The Orient Express – Magnus Mills

The Misinterpretation of Tara Jupp – Eva Rice

The Goldfinch – Donna Tartt

Wish me luck!

X Loulou


Bookshelf Porn

6 Sep

Inspired by the incredible images on Bookshelf Porn, Grace rearranged some of Pick Me Up’s books.  A couple of us work in the industry and are very fortunate to have access to a stream of new free reading material.  The turnover in books is pretty high, as we all like passing on a good read or sending on to charity shops the titles that don’t quite make it in to the permanent collection.  What I find interesting is how much we all appreciate books as physical objects: not only do they give a room a comforting homely feel (and hours can be spent rainbowing them) but they bear physical traces of our lives – one very faded and slightly battered copy of One Day by David Nicholls has made it round a friendship group, has grains of sand from various beach holidays embedded in the spine and slightly crinkly patches toward the end where someone spilt a drink (definitely not tearstains).

I’ve spotted the book I’ll be reading next in this photo (if I can resist the overpowering urge to bathe in the nostalgia of rereading Harry Potter, that is)


I Capture the Castle

12 Sep

Some books provide the same reassuring comfortable feeling as curling up in your childhood bed or putting on a favourite snuggly jumper. I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith is one such book for me. First encountered in my impressionable years I’d say it had a profound effect on my character but its legacy was also some romantic affectations (to this day I harbour aspirations to live in a tumble-down castle). Cassandra is one of the most charming narrators I’ve ever encountered and the lightness of touch with which Dodie Smith handles her coming of age belies the wisdom of many of her observations. The line about noble deeds and hot baths being the best cures for depression has lingered with me as has the idea of the importance of satisfying creative urges. I hold the eclectic yet entirely convincing cast of characters in great affection.

The film version is pretty good (with Bill Nighy, a Pick Me Up favourite, on incredible form as Mortmain) although nothing beats reading and re-reading it.


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