Books on my bedside table …

What I’m reading (and re-reading) this month:

{fiction}

Sufficient Grace by Amy Espeseth

Beneath a Darkening Sky by Majok Tulba

 

{non-fiction}

Collins Italian Dictionary

The Tree in Changing Light by Roger McDonald (re-read)

Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert

The Bhagavad Gita

Writing the Memoir by Judith Barrington

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf (re-read), because a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction. Thank you, Ms. Woolf.

 

{poetry}

The Coral Sea by Patti Smith

Last month I didn’t read much at all:

{fiction}

The Outlaw Album by Daniel Woodrell

{non-fiction}

Mortality by Christopher Hitchens

Until Further Notice, I am Alive by Tom Lubbock

 

{poetry}

A Coney Island of the Mind by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The First 30 and other poems by Graham Nunn

Home {sic} by Julie Beveridge

 

I’ve now had my television turned off at the power point for three weeks. Instead of watching the nightly news bulletin which is anything but good for me, I’ve been able to double my reading load. Something positive I can take with me into the new year. Who needs t.v when you have books and music and beautiful conversations*?

 

* until Offspring is back on next year. Cannot. Live. Without. It. Oh, and Puberty Blues. And Dexter and Breaking Bad on demand.

8 thoughts on “Books on my bedside table …

  1. It’s the most liberating thing not having a T.V. We haven’t had a connection for the last four years. Sure, we have a television. We have access to all the mind numbing nonsense available but for one reason or another we didn’t get “correctly connected”. After a while you don’t miss it. After 4 years we wonder how we could have wasted so much timing numbing our brains. Did I mention we have children? Two little beings who see television and movies as a treat. Both very intelligent, independent, creative little things who would much rather read or draw… May you never numb your creativity again Miss CJ and discover, oh so quickly, how connected you become once you disconnect…. Bisous from France xx

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    1. It really is, T.A 🙂 It feels especially good having the t.v off at the point, and there’s no temptation to turn it back on, because I’m either in company with silence or with music or I’m reading and writing – far more rewarding than having the soul sucked out of you through a black box. I do have a couple of ‘dirty little secrets’ (t.v shows that I watch), but I can watch them online. Forget this mass dumbing down – I’m here to learn and thrive! Much love to you and seasons greetings xoxo

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