Now you see what happens when I get annoyed with myself for not doing stuff: I retreat and do even less! And then I feel worse.

I haven’t sorted out the camera issues, and my laptop’s power supply is out of action (and before anyone suggests getting a new one, it’s completely non-standard and basically hasn’t been made since I got the computer (brand new!)). I’m broke, haven’t been creative or studious or literary or active enough to prevent frustration and keep me happy, and I have to stop letting people (with me high on the list) down.

Should I tell you what I remember about the books? Perhaps achieving something will make me feel better. (I may have to stop suddenly, when the owner of the computer I’m on gets home.)

292. Why Eating Bogeys is Good For You by Mitchell Symons

Silly facts for those who enjoy being slightly disgusted. Where I had background knowledge, that presented seemed accurate.

293. A Dog Called Grk by Joshua Doder

This was quite good, really, and made me think of The Prisoner of Zenda and Graustark (especially since I’d just heard them shortly before), with the imaginary Eastern European country in political turmoil. I’m looking forward to finding the rest of the series sometime. Unfortunately, the more one learns of events around the world, the more one realises how much danger political and other upheaval can put children in. (Shades of The Garbage King here, although the genre is quite different. Grk is a great little dog!

294. Saffy’s Angel by Hilary McKay

The first in another well-established series it might be worth my while to continue with, although this leans more towards Scarlett in genre terms than Grk. Saffy grows up in an overly self-consciously eccentric artsy family, quite happy until she discovers her name isn’t on the paint chart with Cadmium, Indigo and Rose, then distancing herself once she learns the reason why. Her (rather self-imposed) isolation leads to her finally catching the eye of the girl down the road, who everyone’s been so careful not to stare at that they didn’t realise she wanted to make friends! Somewhat surprisingly (to me) this book ends up spanning several years, with some rather skimmed over for the sake of a realism that might not have been necessary.

295. A Rose Among Thorns by Rochel Schmidt

There’s a lot of good historical research behind this book, but there’s also a lot of reminding yourself that war stories, whether fact or fiction, tend to be the stories of survivors, because that’s how a story ends up being told. It’s gripping.

There are four more already (nearly at the 300 I set as my official goal for this year, if now unlikely to make the 366 I was hoping for), but I have to get off the computer. I’ll tidy up the links etc tomorrow.


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