In July …

I spent some time in Paris.

With books.

Monsier Montespan by Jean Teulé –  An interesting book. A very different take on French history. A great book for somebody, but not really the book for me.

13, rue Thérèse by Elena Mauli Shapiro: Not the book I expected, but something much more interesting. And utterly intriguing.

The Ladies’ Paradise by Émile Zola: The book for which the expression flawed but fabulous was invented. I’m still pondering which Zola to read next.

With music.

From Charlotte Gainsbourg, from Novelle Vague, and from Françoise Hardy.

But I didn’t spend as much time in Paris as I had intended.

I was distracted by Orange July.

Jamrach’s Menagerie by Carol Birch – I picked this one up and put it down a few times before I made it through. A great book, but definitely a book that needs the right moment.

The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer – I’ve been progressing slowly through this one, and I have to say that it is quite wonderful.

A Visit From The Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan – It was love, quite against my expectations.

There were other books too. I can’t read to plan too much, I have to read the books that call.

The  Crime Fiction Alphabet came to an end.

And I’ve had one or two other distractions. Job hunting. A home study course to bring me a little more up to date in one or two areas. A battle with BT to get our phone line fixed. Life …

But now it’s August – my month for getting organised!

I’ve already boxed up all of my outgoing books and put them on ReadItSwapIt and I’ve reorganised my bookcase of Virago Modern Classics and made sure they are all recorded on LibraryThing.

Bibliotherapy can come in many different forms!

It’s Not July Quite Yet …

… but Paris is already calling.

I’ve read so many lovely plans for Paris in July. Books, films, food, music …

I want to go now!

Away from all the housework I should have been doing while I was knitting and watching Case Histories instead.

Away from anxiety about tomorrow’s job interview.

Away from a good few half-written posts, all crying “Finish me!” “Finish me!”

Even away from the wonderfully dark and complex gothic murder mystery I am reading for letter U in my Crime Fiction Alphabet.

This week’s post will be a little late. I need a little musical trip to Paris.

Françoise Hardy’s lovely version of La Mer came into my head first. I love that song in any language, but it isn’t really Paris. And, on a more practical note, I couldn’t find the right video.

Then Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles came to mind …


Normal service should, I hope, resume tomorrow night.