Well, it's nearly half way through the month and I've finished both of the books for January. I wasn't sure that I'd get them both read in time as I struggled to make myself read The Murder at the Vicarage. Yep, that's right. I did not enjoy this book as much as I thought I would.
The Murder at the Vicarage seemed like a great fit. I love the TV adaptations, both Joan Hickson and the newer series, and although not my favourite episode, I enjoyed it none the less. But I found out that I really did not like following the story - or seeing the village - through the eyes of Len Clements, the Vicar. I found him to be most unlikable. It took me over a week to finish this! Very unlike me.
Then, on Tuesday night, I picked up Playing Beatie Bow. I thought I'd only read a page or two . . . 17 pages later I had to stop as I was so tired. Again last night, I was hoping to get a few chapters done - and I finished the whole thing! Woo-hoo! ;-D
I am hoping to get a short review up soon on both of these books. Just a quick run down of the hits and misses I discovered when reading them. Now my only problem is deciding which classic to read in February? Should I go for The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides, or The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald . . . or Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov? Let me know in the comments which book you think I should tackle next ;-D
Until next time,