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text 2020-05-22 17:24
#FridayReads - 5.22.2020
Lost in a Good Book - Jasper Fforde
Few Eggs and No Oranges: The Diaries of Vere Hodgson 1940-45 - Vere Hodgson,Jenny Hartley
Jane And Prudence (VMC) - Barbara Pym,Jilly Cooper

Currently reading:


Lost in a Good Book: I think that I am almost done with Lost in a Good Book, although because it's an omnibus edition, I can't be sure. Things seem to be heading towards a resolution. I expect to finish in an hour or so.


With respect to this series - I'm pretty sure that this is the last of the Thursday Next books that I'm going to read. While I like the idea behind the book, I feel like they are a little too aggressively high-concept for me and I find myself frustrated with them. I do plan to return the omnibus, but will keep it in the back of my mind in case I decide to read The Well of Lost Plots.


A Few Eggs and No Oranges: I didn't make a lot of progress with this one this week. I read September and October of 1940, which is right in the middle of the London Blitz.


Being in the middle of a pandemic where some Americans are throwing tantrums like spoiled children over having to wear masks into stores and other public places, this is fascinating reading. We would not survive the Blitz. "Conservatives" would be whingeing about "muh riiiiiigths" as they all got us killed by refusing to put up some damn curtains. 


Jane and Prudence: I decided that I needed a dose of Pym, so this is next up. I have the VMC edition in paperback and all I've read so far is the introduction by Jilly Cooper.


I do have a three day weekend coming up, so I'm definitely going to need to add at least one more book to the plans. I'm trying to settle on my next Christie reread. On my ATVL blog, I reposted a bunch of Heyer reviews for #Throwback Thursday, so I'm also considering diving into my Heyer digital collection and reading one of her regencies! I also have a digital copy of Tey's The Man in the Queue, which is in consideration.


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text 2020-05-15 17:28
#FridayReads 5.15.2020
Mrs. McGinty's Dead - Agatha Christie
Lost in a Good Book - Jasper Fforde
Few Eggs and No Oranges: The Diaries of Vere Hodgson 1940-45 - Vere Hodgson,Jenny Hartley
The Body in the Dumb River - George Bellairs

I have four books on the go right now, although at least two of them are nearly finished.



Mrs. McGinty's Dead: This is another one that I started last weekend and then got sidetracked away from - it's the most recent book on my Christie comfort reread. It's one of Ariadne Oliver's most delightful appearances in print, and that makes it a fun reread. Poirot leaves London for this one, and makes an early appearance in the action. There are some other fun side-characters, including Mrs. Summerhayes, who is a bit of a hoot. I'm again quite a ways into this one, and it won't take long to finish.


Lost In A Good Book: I just started this one on my kindle - I have an omnibus edition checked out from my library, and I'll likely only read this one right now. I enjoyed the first Thursday Next book by Jasper Fforde, so when I saw the omnibus available on Overdrive, I decided to read book 2.


A Few Eggs and No Oranges: I bought this Persephone edition a few months ago and I've been making my way through it rather slowly. It's quite a long book at 590 pages, and I find that it works well to read a week or two, or maybe a month, at a time. As I'm not worried about speed-finishing this one, you'll likely see it on my Friday Reads for quite sometime. The book itself is the diary of Vere Hodgson, a Londoner who worked for a Notting Hill Gate charity during the war, and who survived the London Blitz. She is described as sparky and unflappable.


The Body in the Dumb River: I've been reading this one for too long at this point - I started it last weekend and then set it aside for some other books at about the 1/3 mark. It won't take long to finish, so it's first up for the weekend. It was originally published in 1961, and I am reading the British Library Crime Classics series reprint pictured. The cover is just as lovely in person.


That should take care of most, if not all of my weekend!

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text 2020-04-18 16:33
Weird but oddly familiar....
The Constant Rabbit - Jasper Fforde


Midpoint update: so......after the Spontaneous Anthropomorphic Event, 6 ft. rabbits live among us. They have a distinct culture, facility with languages, settle disputes with duels & drink dandelion brandy ("the diabolical 3-way love child of methanol, crack cocaine & U-Boat fuel")



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review 2020-04-18 10:20
The Well of Lost Plots
The Well of Lost Plots - Jasper Fforde

Not much  of a review because I'm not entirely sure what the plot was about in this one.

Thursday goes into the book world to stay out of danger during her pregnancy and ends up in a number of adventures with lots of book characters as part of the Jurisfiction squad.


I finished it and liked it better than book #2.

The ending where Fforde takes as swing at Amazon and DRM and self-publishing without quality control made me laugh a number of times.

And of course, Pickwick was excellent in this

We also get to read about the egg hatching.

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text 2020-04-14 11:49
Reading progress update: I've read 155 out of 360 pages.
The Well of Lost Plots - Jasper Fforde

Three old hags with hooked chins and mottled complexions danced and cackled in front of me, rubbing their dirty hands and dancing in the most clumsy and uncoordinated fashion. It was the worst piece of overacting I had ever seen.

‘Thrice the blinded dog shall bark,’ said the first witch, producing a cauldron from the air and placing it on the path in front of me.

‘Thrice and once the hedge-pig ironed,’ said the second, who conjured up a fire by throwing some leaves beneath the cauldron.

‘Passer-by cries, Tis time, tis time!’ screeched the third, tossing something into the cauldron that started to bubble ominously.

‘I really don’t have time for this,’ I said crossly. ‘Why don’t you go and bother someone else?’

‘Fillet of a pickled hake,’ continued the second witch,

‘In the cauldron broil and bake; Lie of Stig and bark of dog, Woolly hat and bowl of fog, Fadda loch and song by Bing, Wizard sleg and Spitfire’s wing. For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble!’

‘I’m sorry to interrupt,’ I said, ‘but I really am very busy – and none of your prophecies have come true, apart from the citizen of Swindon bit and anyone with a telephone directory could find that out. And listen, you knew I was an apprentice so I had to be taking my jurisfiction finals sooner or later!’

They stopped cackling and looked at one another. The first witch drew a large pocket watch from the folds of her tatty cloak and looked at it carefully.

‘Give it ye time, imperfect waiter!’ she cried. ‘All hail MsNext, beware and heed the thrice-read rule!’

‘All hail MsNext, I before E except after C!’ cackled the second.

‘All hail MsNext!’ added the third, who clearly didn’t want to be left out. ‘Meet a king but not be one, Read a King but not —’

‘SHOO!’ shouted a loud voice behind me.

The three witches stopped and stared at the new visitor crossly. He was an old man whose weathered face looked as though it had been gnarled by years of adventuring across the globe. He wore a blue blazer over a polo-neck Arran sweater and on his head a captain’s cap sat above his lined features, a few wisps of grey hair showing from underneath the sweatband. His eyes sparkled with life and a grimace cracked his craggy features as he walked along the path towards us. It could only be Captain Nemo.

‘Away with you, crones!’ he cried. ‘Peddle your wares elsewhere!’

He probably would have beaten them with the stout branch he was brandishing had the witches not taken fright and vanished in a thunderclap of sound, cauldron and all.

‘Hah!’ said Nemo, throwing the branch towards where they had been. ‘Next time I will make mincemeat of you, foul dissemblers of nature, with your hail this and your hail that!’

He looked at me accusingly.

‘Did you give them any money?’

‘No, sir.’

‘Truthfully now! Did you give them anything at all?’


‘Good,’ he replied. ‘Never give them any money. It only encourages them. They’ll coax you in with their fancy prophecies; suggest you’ll have a new car and as soon as you start thinking you might need one – BANG! – they’re offering you loans and insurance and other unwanted financial services. Poor old Macbeth took it a bit too seriously – all they were trying to do was sell him a mortgage and insurance on a bigger castle. When the Birnham wood and “no woman born” stuff all came true the witches were as surprised as anyone. So never fall for their little scams – it’ll drain your wallet before you know it.



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