The yearly grey drizzle that is winter has come to Melbourne.  And with that rain I have caught a cold that I just can’t seem to shake.  It has crept into the bottom of my lungs, where it rests as a constant itch leading to a dry cough.

So as I sit here curled up under a blanket with old man Yoji (our dog) laying his head on me, a low grade fever and a glass of wine, I thought I would catch you up on my reading for the year thus far.

  • The Man in the High Castle—Philip K. Dick
  • The Book Thief—Markus Zusak
  • A Bend in the River—V.S. Naipul
  • Strawberry Fields—Marina Lewycka
  • The Violent Bear It Away—Flannery O’Connor
  • Moonheart—Charles de Lint
  • The Age of Innocence—Edith Wharton

Most of my reading time has been spent on selections from my book club, which is now celebrating its one year anniversary.  But I would be remiss not to mention the delightful books recommended to me by my friend Claire.

Claire often complains that our book club readings are just too depressing… a claim that I met with some skepticism.  But she was nice enough to lend me two pretty little books over the last few months that I found myself reading within the span of a few days:  The Book Thief and Strawberry Fields. The thing is, that sometimes our spirits just need a lift.  And I think I needed one.

As a commenter on Gawker so succinctly put it, adult literature is all too often “bad things happening to unlikeable people in a very wordy fashion”.  Lately, I’ve needed an escape.