It took me till yesterday to find the novel I was in the middle of reading back in Hammersmith all those days ago.
I always like to have a night-time fiction reading fix. And also in the day. For a while I see the world through the novelist's lenses.
Unfortunately the book I'm halfway through is Cormac McCarthy's The Road - set in dismal, rotting, canabalistic, post apocaliptic North America. The mood is bleak. McCarthy's lenses the opposite rose tinted
The mess around me - the detrius of the still-to-be unpacked - suddenly looks symbolic of approaching armeggedon.
Anyone got a suggestion of a profound but cheerful book for me to read?
mistertramp
I prefer miserable books myself. May have to try that one. As for cheerful... Dr Seuss? And pop-up books always give me a boost.
Ever read The Confederacy of Dunces? - had me laughing, but that's a little strange and may give you weird oedipal nightmares.