Sunday, 7 February 2010
Fire Hazards & Book Reviews
"That damned pile of books outside our bedroom is nothing more than a fire hazard," moaned Rob the other evening.
"How ridiculous," mocked self, trying to picture how bad they must look.
"They are mum," said Sas. "And it's not as if you ever read those books."
"Well the pile never goes down," she said raising an eyebrow in typical know-it-all teenage fashion.
"She does actually," said Rob. "It's just that as she reads one, she replaces it by buying at least two more."
Cheek. Although, much as I'd like to argue with them, I have to see their point. These are the books that I don't have a bookcase for. All the others are in various bookcases throughout the house, and on shelves in the shed. I think the solution is simple. I need another bookcase.
Just thought I'd let you know that you'll find a new review over at Bookersatz, written by yours truly, about Sue Moorcroft's lovely book, Starting Over.
Right, I'd better get back to the cooking. It was cook lunch, or help Rob in the garden planting potatoes, and I have to admit that I got the easiest job out of the two, especially as I can keep coming and going from the computer/tv/book to check on it as it simmers/bakes/cooks?