Sheesh, I read this right after Fighting Ruben Wolfe and then completely forgot to review this. It’s because so many new things are happening. I’m not just making an excuse. There are a lot of things going on in my life at the moment. For instance:
1. New job
2. New commitment to regular writing schedule
3. New phone and laptop
4. New record player
5. Loads and loads of new records – some purchased, some given to me by kind aunt and uncle – and the discovery of a wondrous record store in town
6. New addiction to Jodi Picoult
7. Renewed addiction to cross-stitching
8. Renewed addiction to Gilmore Girls (differing from my previous addictions in that it encompasses the latter four seasons, rather than the first three)
All of these things are time-consuming, particularly the addictions. I am beginning to suspect that I have an addictive personality. I get into these manias and I can’t escape until they shake me loose. The cross-stitching while watching Gilmore Girls thing is just getting started, but it is gaining momentum rapidly. Plus I am writing for two hours in the morning and then working nine hours after that (I mean eight really, with a break for lunch, but I am out and about all that time), so I have a long and tiring day, and by the end of it I just want to do something soothing and mindless, like read Jodi Picoult or watch Gilmore Girls. My mum keeps insisting I can’t possibly read Jodi Picoult’s books without thinking about the issues raised in them, but it turns out that I really, really can. I am willing to entertain the notion that I am just turning off my brain as soon as I leave work, and that’s why I have thought no deep thoughts about Jodi Picoult.
Well, in any case. (Obviously all this business has given me ADD and I can’t focus on anything. Oo, and what else is new too also is that it’s fall, and all the fall TV shows have come on, and I enjoy to cross-stitch while watching (on successive days) Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill (Monday is guilty pleasure day), House, Pushing Daisies, and The Office.) In any case, Getting the Girl was again very good. Of course. Markus Zusak is always good. Of course his other books (other = books not The Book Thief) are less amazing than The Book Thief, but the four I’ve read have all been quite excellent. At times I thought Getting the Girl was a trifle disingenuous, but overall, I liked it a lot. So far I have yet to read a book by Markus Zusak without getting choked up and teary-eyed (though of course with The Book Thief I cried many, many tears).