It’s been a while — longer than it should have been. I initially thought, when starting this blog, that I’d write a little something about every book I read this year. Sometime in April, that began to seem unfeasible. Work — a lot of it — has gotten in the way. I’m not complaining, because too much work is something to be thankful for if you work freelance as I do.
Then, in late April, I said goodbye to Papa, my grandfather, who died peacefully after an illness. He’s together with Grana again now, after she decided to overtake him in going “upstairs” last October. But we, down here, are orphaned.
None of this seems to explain why one didn’t write blog posts, but somehow, it was easier to just read and not write. I read a lot — have discovered Barbara Vine’s and Jill Paton Walsh’s crime fiction, read a delightfully post-modern novel translated from the Hindi with the unlikely title The Perplexity of Hariya Hercules, been wildly amused by the scandale of Colette’s Claudine novels, finished up with Jonathan Stroud’s Bartimaeus Trilogy, and quite a lot more. I might write about some of these. Or I might not. Anyway, I’m back. And I did miss book-blogging.