There's a built in alarm system for when my blog has been a little too quiet. My mother phones me up and tells me she is bored, and please would I post something. Because then she stops by and clicks on lots of comments and goes and reads your blogs and has a thorougly nice time, thank you very much.
And she's right - so I'm dragging my head out of the bookshelf and coming to say hello. This summer (well, this year really) has been a good one for reading. Somehow, when I worked at the bookshop, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of them. Paralysed with indecision. Too busy scanning blurbs and trying to remember relevant new stock so I could answer questions from customers. Assaulted by other peoples opinions - reps, customers, reviews.
This year, I have come to rediscover the pleasure of thinking something sounded interesting, picking up a copy and losing myself in it. Not because I felt I should read it, but because I wanted to. But sometimes it's good to be taken out of your reading comfort zone, so when Annabel mentioned it, I decided to take up the Transworld Book Group Reading Challenge.
The first one across my threshold was The Colour of Death, by Michael Cordy.
Here's what the blurb says:
In a quiet, residential neighbourhood of Portland, Oregon, an unknown young woman uncovers a shocking crime scene by inexplicably sensing the evil within its walls.To the police, she herself is a mystery.She appears on no government records, has no past and can’t even tell the police her own name.Christened Jane Doe and suffering terrifying hallucinations, she is assigned to Nathan Fox, a forensic psychiatrist struggling with his own demons after witnessing his parents’ murder as a child.Together they must piece together the jigsaw that is Jane’s identity.Then a sequence of brutal killings terrorise the city and Fox learns Jane is the only cryptic link between the unrelated victims.To solve the murders, discover who she is and diagnose her condition, Fox must discard his black and white preconceptions, look beyond the spectrum of normal human experience and confront the dark truth of her past&and his own.
I say, if you're partial to the odd Dan Brown-esque thriller, you'll probably derive much guilty pleasure from this. It's not lit-er-a-ture, but was compelling enough that I was forced to read it in a day!
Much of the plot hangs on Jane Doe's synesthesia (something that has always fascinated me). And now I've found a site that can answer all my synsthesia type ponderings - the color of. You enter a word, and it generates a colour, based on Flickr photos. I'm a little bit addicted.
Wisley? Well, that's where I'm headed tomorrow. Summer field trip. While I wait for the next book to arrive.