Shocking realisation

When typing a list of CDs to listen to in the car (in our shiny new CD-player-that-plugs-into-the-tape-slot), it is possible to suddenly look even less musically credible than I already do with a simple slip of the finger from 'R' to 'E'.

( Here's how )

Books

I don't seem to have written anything about the books I'm reading for ages. This is because the book I've officially been reading since finishing whatever I last wrote about here (the Sarah Waters extract? I can't remember) is a struggle. It's Austerlitz by WG Sebald, and I'm getting nowhere with it. I should read some more from the Granta anthology while I'm working up the energy, but Sarah Waters put me off.

While I was on holiday, I gave myself a break long enough to read The Raging Quiet by Sherryl Jordan. It's a story about a deaf boy who is thought to be mad and demonically possessed, and a girl who moves to the village with her new, much older, husband. She understands the boy and invents a sign language to communicate with him, and that, combined with the sudden death of her husband, leads the villagers to mistrust her and eventually accuse her of witchcraft. I spent most of the book in nervous anticipation, not knowing whether the ending would be happy or sad until I got there, and I'm not going to tell you here which it was, because I think you should read it for yourself ;-)

Now, I really should go back to reading things I have to read for my course.