The last book I gave up on
Last September: Battlestar Suburbia by Chris McCrudden. I wrote, ‘Battlestar Suburbia is a great title and a good idea, yet I couldn’t get through it. The premise is that humans live in floating colonies and seem to spend all their time cleaning. The universe is controlled by machines. It’s touted as ‘for fans of Douglas Adams’ but I think it’s insulting the late, great man to compare this book with Hitchhikers.’
The last book I re-read
Just finishing it now: Twelve Days of Christmas by Trisha Ashley
The last book I bought
This very morning I ordered a bargain copy of Romantic Moderns by Alexandra Harris, thanks to a tip-off by Cornflower. I praised it here.
The last book I said I read but actually didn’t
This happened by accident. I assumed I’d read at least one Father Brown book but when I read one, found I hadn’t.
The last book I wrote in the margins of
That would be way back in the mists of time when I was a student and annotated textbooks. Nowadays, if I want to mark a passage I use a Post-It note.
The last book I had signed
Rather, the last book someone had signed for me. huskyteer went to hear Julian Barnes speak and got him to sign a copy of The Only Song which she then gave me. He’s lovely, apparently.
The last book I lost
Quite a while ago I lent someone a copy of Racundra’s First Cruise by Arthur Ransome and never got it back. It still rankles (how petty!) and I now only lend to people I know for sure will return the book.
The last book I had to replace
A long time ago now: my copy of Mastering the Art of French Cookery fell to pieces and I had to get another.
The last book I argued over
Let’s say ‘discuss’ rather than argue. I can’t remember.
The last book you couldn’t find
Goodness knows. Now that most of my books live in a chalet in the garden, it happens all the time.