hello! i'm in a pretty good mood today because, as those of you who follow me on twitter may know, i passed my driving test today, huzzah! i'm pretty stunned actually, i thought i'd failed about halfway through, but evidently not. tomorrow i may go for a drive around on my own, just because i can.
anyway, at the weekend i went to hexham car boot fair to try & find jewellery supplies, which was very unsuccessful as the place was stupidly busy & there appeared to be nothing much on sale other than baby clothing and books. i think i will stick to charity shops in future, at least then the money goes to a good cause! on the bank holiday monday, i went to waterstones and bought a myraid of books (i love that word, myriad. sounds like some sort of mythological creature) to read over the summer, and between revising for exams.
crime & punishment by fyodor dostoevsky. i'm slowly trying to make my way through the russian literature shelf.
submarine by joe dunthorne. because i never got to see the film, & thought i could read it while i wait for the dvd release.
frankenstein by mary shelley. partly because i've heard it's amazing, and partly because her mother was mary wollstonecraft, who was a babe.
american psycho by bret easton ellis. my teacher says he's an incredible writer, but i get the feeling this book is going to have to stay in the freezer a few times.
brighton rock by graham greene. i've heard on twitter that it's pretty darn good.
atonement by ian mcewan. because i can't be a literature student unless i've read some ian mcewan.
norwegian wood by haruki murakami. i'm not going to lie, this is mainly for the beatles reference in the title. although my dad has a copy of one of his books where the protagonist disguises himself as a sheep for two years, which i literally can't wait to read.
war & peace by leo tolstoy. again, for the russian literature thing. i actually bought this at another time though, in a second hand shop for £4.50, total bargain.
there were a couple of other books that i wanted to buy which i couldn't find, but rather curiously my dad had copies of them at home (in the shed, where he keeps the books. i know, let's not get into this.)
on the road by jack kerouac. the blurb features a recommendation quote from bob dylan, how could i not want to read this?
slaughterhouse 5 by kurt vonnegut. it's meant to be slightly 1984-y, which is great as a loved that book.
engleby by sebastian faulks. i'm in two minds about this, as birdsong left me, i''m sorry to say, a little cold.
raise high the roof beams carpenters/seymour by jd salinger. the catcher in the rye is one of my favourite books of all time (despite the creepy mark david chapman connotations), & apparently salinger was the namesake of jerome squalor in lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events, which i freaking loved.
all quiet on the western front by erich maria remarque. supposed to be the best book written from the first world war. i actually tried reading this a while back & got bored (awful, i know) so i'm going to try again.
the road to wigan pier by george orwell. because orwell is insanely brilliant.
okay, hope you enjoyed the little trip around my bookshelves, goodbye for now (: