I have decided I will tackle some Orange long-listers this year for several simple reasons. Not only do I already seem to have quite a few on the shelves but I am ready for a bout of women's fiction too and the list has highlighted some interesting looking novels that I might otherwise have missed. And Orange reading does now traditionally seem to herald the end of winter and the arrival of spring in that very Persephone-like way.
First off the stack, Great House by Nicole Krauss and I am enjoying it immensely because it's a while since a book has insisted that I concentrate quite so hard even if we have had a huge distraction this weekend.
A friend's 50th birthday party last night, dress code 1960s and the village may just never have seen the like. Perhaps, just perhaps I will share the pictures of me in my waist-length blond wig and a rather lukewarm attempt to emulate Mary Hopkin (apparently now living in a French chateau where she can only be reached by carrier pigeon) but really just an excuse to have long blond hair for once in my life. In fact I ended up looking more like our school French teacher. But no matter, because I was very happy to be completely outdone by Bookhound warming to his role as a composite of the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, John Lennon and Ozzy Osbourne in his very fetching shoulder length wig.