Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery

L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables played an integral role in my childhood. For a long time, I lived vicariously through the life of Anne Shirley of Green Gables, later of Queens College and that little school that I forget the name of. She did all the things that I, a child of the mid 90s was not allowed to do – she played by the stream unsupervised, she roamed the town unsupervised, she had tea parties unsupervised, she was unsupervised. In most part.

And The Ass Saw The Angel – Nick Cave

At the risk of making a wide sweeping generalisations, novels relating to flagrant worshippers of errant gods are prone to heroing the three D’s – the disabled, disadvantaged and downtrodden. Not so in Nick Cave’s And The Ass Saw The Angel. Everyone is fair game.

Fanny Hill or Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure – John Cleland

After a quick introduction of the title character, Fanny Hill (heh), as a good little girl with few temptations in life, the book escalates into lesbian sex. Quite unexpected from a book lustily thrown into the nether regions of literature ‘Classics’.

Currently Reading: The Rachel Papers – Martin Amis

Gosh. It’s always great knowing someone who has a bigger collection of books than you do. Thanks Panty Shanty – I hope you never find out that I am only using you for your books…

Currently Reading: The Forgotten Children – David Hill

Apologies

As the title suggests, I am apologising for something. It could be a fun game for you (and quite deflating for me) to guess exactly what I am apologising for as I am not too sure if I have readers enough to notice that I have not written in a while, but we’re not going to play this game today. The reason for my apology is that I currently have the black lung and the spare time that I have is spent in bed, sans book. While this means that I have not finished that excellent novel Catch-22, it does not mean that I have been prevented from plugging through a hearty chunk. I am, after all, super reader extrordinaire.

I must also note that Heller’s work is amazing. It is challenging and you have to build yourself up to the right mindset for reading this diving, swiping little bipolar-driven bomber, but it is totally worth it. I will write again soon gang. To the doona I go!