My bookshelves need a clear out. Since The Boyfriend took up reading, their capacity has shrunk faster than David Walliams' willy on a cross Channel swim. So when I looked at what exactly was clogging things up, (apart from the obvious gangster/casino swindles/drug smuggling memoirs that stink of testosterone) I discovered a whole load of novels I hadn't even started, or worse - started and put down halfway through. For example:
I Did A Bad Thing by Linda Green
Billed as "chick-noir" (which sounds right up my street) it turns out that the bad thing is not all that bad at all. No, I won't give it away, suffice to say that as soon as I found out what the supposed big crime was, I totally lost interest.
Marley and Me by John Grogan
OK. Man buys dog, dog chews a few things and shits everywhere, man and wife have a baby AND THEN WHAT? I got to an infuriating page 210 before realising absolutely nothing happens in this steaming dog turd of a story.
Jane Green - Second Chance
I admit it, I buy Jane Green's books because a psychic once told me someone called Jane Green would be important in my life. But this book is poor! Four middle class wankers moan about their lives without their dead friend. Boo hoo.
Kill Your Friends - John Niven
I really, really want to like this book, because it's about the music industry (a particular area of interest). Perhaps that's why I've temporarily put it down after reading 30 pages - because I'm not sure whether I will.
Books still on the 'to do' list:
Poppy Shakespeare by Clare Allen - must read this before the adaption's on Channel 4 next month
What Was Lost by Catherine O'Flynn - yes must start this too... when I've finished re-reading Martin Amis's Money for the millionth time that is...
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