Cape Town is as cold as I have ever experienced it. Last night Michael and I went for a walk up to our local shopping centre. He went off to Woolies and I had a present to buy at the bookshop. Well one children's book for the present and four books for myself later, we proceeded home. A quick stop off at my sister for a happy hour drink and home to the fire, homemade burgers, QI and Graham Norton. A perfect end to a busy week.
This morning 3 confessions are necessary:-
The flesh is weak and I hate people knowing and talking about something that I don't know anything about. I heard John "Who needs Google" Maytham talking about it on the radio the other day, I have seen the stacks in Exclusive Books and read the back cover (guiltily) and everyone seems to be reading it. Maytham and the book lady he was interviewing were dismayed and perplexed as to how such a badly written book is already overtaking book sales of Harry Potter. I have not read any Harry Potter, so who am I to judge.
So seeing the book at the Bargain Book store for R90 (and not R173), I sneaked it into the middle of my new pile of books (snugly between the new Deon Meyer and Beatrix Potter). I read the first chapter in bed last night - nothing gripping or riveting with "she looked up at him through her eyelashes", twice in one chapter and innuendos but nothing too graphic (yet).
Well I am now up and about after reading through to page 82 in bed (on my own) this morning. I could tear myself pretty easily away from it, she has "looked up at him through her eyelashes" only one more time and he has seductively held back her hair while she vomited on the pavement. Anastasia (original name for a heroine) has desperately wanted to "run her hands through his hair" a couple too many times to count and I think I am going to have to do some skim reading to get through to the meaty parts. (Hide your ties, Michael!!) (Joking Gareth!!)
I don't need to be sheepish about my mother reading this post as I know that her book club bought the trilogy the moment they hit the shelves!!
First confession done.
So after reading about bondage, eating hot chocolate brownies out of my tea cup, I was feeling the need for something salty.
Confession 3. I dug into Michael's man drawer and pulled out one of his many packets of biltong treats. I opened a 300g packet and devoured the lot.
I have to end off now because I am off to Athlone to watch Kelly play her first game of provincial hockey. She has made the U13 B team but in her words "had a random call up" to the A team for today. Go Kelly!!
But before I get there I have to stop at the Biltong Shop and replace the biltong and I have to find myself a lovely cold lemony fruit juice (with bubbles) to quench this terrible thirst I have developed.
Then I must hurry home to read some more "mommy porn", she said as she blushed and looked up at him through her eyelashes. (This girl blushes a lot as well)
I don't think there will be any Adonis outside to hold my hair back seductively while I vomit on the pavement.