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Date: 26 December 2011 19:42:29
So with no tv it's been an i-player Christmas with alot of reading on my part after doing the church and food thing - obviously. Like the best Christmases when I was a kid and took myself off to my room to be anti-social and read for most of Christmas Day.
To Hell In High Heels by Helena Frith Powell is a book for people sort of like me = but with more money. It's about aging well (and dealing with middle age angst about wrinkles, etc) and is a journey of discussion about various treatments I could never afford. But it has some good advice about diet, exercise and cleansing/ moisturising routines which I will be seeking to incorporate into the new years resolutions.
Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby is just a lovely story to read....enough cynicism and quirkiness to be fun and to make you realise what real life is about. It reminded me why I love TOH and why I could never be with anybody who was not just an ickle bit eccentric.
The first two were library books; the third was a Poundland special - Don't Rhyme for the Sake of Riddlin' The Authorised Story of Public Enemy by Russell Myrie. I am loving this book which takes me back to my youth. My ex husband was a rap fan back in the 80's when we were teenagers going out and so I found myself listening to alot of this stuff alongside the indie music I loved. I have fond memories of going to a Jungle Brothers gig and feeling that I must look like an undercover police officer with no idea because I looked so out of place - but I really liked the music. Rap is poetry and when done well is v. clever. This book explains why it is no suprise that an indie kid could love it. The book name checks alot of acts which I had kinda forgotten but am pleased to be reminded of.