I'm still on my Booker marathon, though I haven't been able get the complete longlist yet. That's probably not such a bad thing as I'm a slow (and thoughtful?) reader, especially now as my reading is done in odd moments between dashing out to schools to see trainees teaching.
In the last week I've finished Peter Ho Davies' The Welsh Girl, and am now about a third of the way through Nikita Lalwani's Gifted. Have much to say about both later on. (Supposed to be reviewing 'em.)
Also picked up a copy of Zaid Ibrahim's In Good Faith the other day in MPH. I don't usually read book written by politicians, but Zaid is a neighbour and a friend. (Should one admit to having friends who are politicians? Should politicians admit to having friends who are
Anyway, he seems to be making the right noises about things like freedom of speech. (He's so distressingly sensible, he'd actually make a half-decent blogger, I think.)
So c'mon then, whet my appetite for the books currently in YOUR hot little hands!