Normally I do a lot of my reading and knitting when I'm out of the house. I read by the river at lunchtime (here's my view)
and I knit with the Richmond Knitters, or at the pub, or on public transport, everywhere.
Since we got home from our little trip nothing has left the house. Not my book, not my knitting. Unusual.
While we were away I started reading Prep. I got a third of the way through, and decided it was just a telling of some girl with low self esteem's school life, but nothing really happened. It was a bunch of loosely connected incidents, with a protagonist who is never happy, no matter what happens. Which I would say is also true of Magda Subuski's memoir as well. I'm persevering with the memoir, but I gave up on Prep and picked up Rachel Herron's recently released book The Darling Songbirds. It's just lovely. I love the main character and, while the plot is predictable, the journey is so enjoyable. I haven't been reading at lunch though, I've been eating with work friends.
On Monday night I cast on Windle Poons socks. the next in Rachel Coopey's 'What Would Granny Weatherwax Knit" club. I'm not going to crap on about how much I love Rachel Coopey, you've heard it all before.
And that's me, and another week gone. Make sure you pop over to Ginny's blog to see what she and the rest of the yarnalong are up to this week.