The Shock of Moving.

  I guess you never know how much you've got until it comes time to put it all in boxes and lug it 90 miles away. And filling 9 HUGE boxes with books and clothes made me really think about my love of reading in a whole new light. So, I will try to record what I have been reading, what I liked, what I hated, and probably all emotions in between. Just to try to keep tabs of my ever expanding library.

  I realise I cant spell, and that my grammar is shoddy,but as this is manly a reference for myself alone, I do not see it as a problem. If, however it IS a problem for anyone who might happen to find these lonely posts, please just leave. It will save the endless, and frankly pointless arguments and mud slinging.

  That being over and done with, onto the books.OH!

  As I was trying to be organised with the impending move, I packed all my books, therefore leaving my self no reading material. This is not a good thing. Luckily my Mother has a bookshop fetish and as I followed her into a sparkly new, reduced price bookshop in the local shopping centre, there on a display table I caught a glimpse of a cover with the name "James Ellroy" underneath a little quote. Well anything James Ellroy feels the need to comment on has to be worth a read, right? Especially when it's in a reduced price bookshop.So, I picked up this lovely hardback Tokyo Year Zero by David Peace. It's just the right reading weight, after all who wants a book that is too heavy to carry around,or read in bed? It's no fun fighting to keep a book open. It also has a lovely feeling dust cover. I really hate shiny dust covers, and usually end up taking them off to read the book, then loosing or damaging them.

 Anyway, back to the book, and the brilliant quote from Mr Ellroy. After appreciating the weight, and the feel I read

"Part historical stunner, part Kurosawa crime film, an original all the way. David Peace's depiction of a war-torn metropolis both crumbling and ascendant is peerless, and the story itself is beautifully wrought."

James Ellroy

Well which self respecting crime novel/Japanese fiction loving reader is not going to want to pick this up after reading that? I read 28 pages in two buses journeys. And although I cant say I really get what's happening, I am really enjoying the strange use of thoughts within the narrative. And every time I pick it up I relish the weight and the dust cover. It's the small pleasures in life.