In terms of blogging things, May has also been CRAZY. I participated in my first bout of books which was completely amazing. I found new blogs to follow, stalked my favourites chatted to people on twitter and obviously read a little bit. It was such a fun experience and I will be joining in for the next one. Although I have still be slumping fractionally (whether it's actually a slump or if I'm just really busy and really tired, I'm not certain), I have finished a fair number of books including two from the Women's Prize Shortlist, two from my Classics Club list and one for the Translation Challenge. Looking back, it has been quite successful. I have read:
The Rime of the Modern Mariner by Nick Hayes
Yellow Tulips by James Fenton (poetry)
Save Me the Waltz by Zelda Fitzgerald
The Marlowe Papers by Ros Barbery
If I Close My Eyes Now by Edney Silvestre
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Life After Life by Kate Atkinson
I'm not going to plan my reading for June because, well, don't even get me started on June. If I thought May was hectic, June is going to be a whole other level of hectic. For starters I am going on holiday on Monday, although technically I am going on Sunday because we are staying at an airport hotel on Sunday night. The flight is hella early and we live a good three hours drive from Heathrow so, yeh, just no. BUT, the fact that we're going on Sunday is really quite awesome because it means my whole family will be together for a meal (that almost never happens). Anyway, holiday on Monday until the following Thursday, back to work for the Friday and then on the Saturday we are driving all the way from 'down South' to 'up North' to go to my cousins wedding. Excellent. Busy busy.
AND THEN (this is the big thing that's going to make June a mental month)... I am home for two weeks to pack up all my worldly possessions, say farewell to my friends, adieu to my boyfriend, so long to my parents before moving up to London on July 1st (which is coincidentally my birthday and the deadline for the classics spin - special day). PHEW. I'm going to be, like, an actual adult. That two weeks is going to be EMOTIONAL. I'm having a leaving thing on the last Saturday of June and I can foresee hysterical laughter followed by hysterical crying, much inebriation, and general frivolity interspersed with many confessions of love.
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| The weird translation. |
I am excited for June but also so very apprehensive. I've never been one to cope well with drastic changes and moving to the capital is quite a biggie. I know I'll be a jittering, emotional wreck in the week running up to the big day but I'm just going to go with it. It's London. I love London. I'm comfortable in London. I'll be with my sister. I'll be with Imogen (the third in our little party). There are museums, art galleries and theatres galore. There are new running routes to explore, a new book club to join, new people to meet. It is a good thing.
I am reading Anna Karenina for the Classics Club Spin so I'm guessing this will be my main read for the month, though hopefully I'll find some time to squeeze in another book or two. We will see. I'm going to have a no pressure reading month.
I hope everyone else has had a lovely May and here's to June...
I'm going to leave you with a picture of my pooch. I think we should use it as a reminder that, no matter how bad things get, at least we don't have to wear the Cone of Shame.
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| She wears the Cone of Shame! And gets in the way of bed-making... |
