I was in such a rush this morning, I forgot to take some oatmilk into work. And so I had to buy a vegan latte from the canteen.
Clickety Click
This has got to be my luckiest weekend ever. Not only did I snag x4 large books on David Bowie from a Swansea thrift shop on Friday, I received this great Lego set through the post this morning. What's more, I received it for free!
I had ordered it from Amazon a fair while ago, but immediately cancelled it when I discovered it would take over a month ago. The cancellation was accepted and I was not charged.
Imagine my suprise when I received a mystery parcel in the post yesterday and opening the box saw this:
So, that was the bulk of my Saturday sorted:
Thomas Cook Birdie
Little Sunflower
This scene caught my eye this morning as we got in the car this morning. Had to hold everyone up as I had to snap it lol:
Avalon 51/100
Elizabeth by Jessica Hamilton
Continuing my recent post, here is one of my favourite books - one of the few novels I have read more than once. The eagle-eyed amongst you will notice I also own the latest Valancourt reprint, which is published under the author's real name, Ken Goodhall.
I am still missing the edition I had as a teenager, which I can't find at a decent price anywhere. That was the Sphere title, with the photographic cover of a woman reflected in a framed mirror. One day it will be mine lol...
Baxter by Jessica Hamilton
I have been reading a strange little book over this past long and sweltering weekend. It is a curious tale about a dog, which I would wager is a better read than other books of its ilk, such as Stephen King's Cujo and James Herbert's Fluke.
I have always known this book by its original UK title - Baxter, rather than its American name - Hellhound. And I prefer its 'quiet' title. The horror that lies between its covers, I believe, is not served well by its comic, overly dramatic, in-your-face title, which smacks the reader in the face. This story, like the author's earlier work, Elizabeth (which led me to seek out this work), is a more sublte beast.
Whilst on the topic of names, I am not a fan of pen-names. I find them almost dishonest. I can not speak for other readers, but I like to form an idea of the author when I read their work. And when I discover that the author has invented a name, and even lied about their sex with their misnomer, I actually feel manipulated, cheated even.
Such was the case when I read Grady Hendrix' Paperbacks from Hell, and discovered Jessica Hamilton was actually a guy called Ken Greenhall! I remember feeling rather annoyed by the discovery at the time. And, perhaps strangely, when I decided to read Baxter, I sort out an old and rather tatty copy, with the UK title and Jessica Hamilton as the named author over the pristeen current edition of the book published by Valancourt:
Phew - What a Scorcher!
The Gardens a-calling
Bats out of Hell by Guy N Smith
I got my hands on this great American version of Guy N Smith's Bats out of Hell novel today.
Echinacea
1st Beach Visit for a While
As one is on the doorstep of the other, I rewarded myself to a visit to the beach after my hospital appointment this afternoon.
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