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saturday afternoon confessions

I'm not a big book reader.

I've never read more than one book by the same author (Irvine Welsh, Ann Martin and Judy Blume don't count).

I don't have a favourite book or a favourite author.

I don't really have any opinions on genres of books. Except I know I don't like fantasy, or sci-fi, or military history.

And I'm a Librarian.

In my defense, I didn't become a Librarian because of a love of books, or reading, or libraries. I became a Librarian because I love to find stuff out. I love the research involved.

I've decided that I should gather an opinion about authors, and genres, and books in general. So I've made it my mission to read every Nick Hornby book. Ok, so he doesn't have the largest of catalogues, and he's not the most intellectual of authors. But he writes good stories about people, and North London, and good music.

The 12 bottles of wine that Christopher has been gifted just arrived, which means Saturday night is going to be spent going around the world with red wine. I think our first stop is South Africa.

Update

I have been through Spain, Argentina, and am now making my way through France and my record collection.

posted by Stephanie @ 10:18 a.m. 2 comments

dig it

I have been inspired by the Jenifesto's Saturday Morning Kitsch and went in search of my favourite Saturday morning tv. It spooked the hell out of me at the time(especially The Librarian, go figure), but I kept on going back for more.

posted by Stephanie @ 9:02 a.m. 0 comments

gobble gobble babble

As I get ready for work on a cold and grey London morning, I'm thinking of all my family and friends who are probably snuggled up in bed right now, tummies full of turkey, and looking forward to a big sleep-in today. Thanks to my Scarborough girls, my Scarborough boys, my Dal gals (+Dave), my London friends spread across the world, my London friends still in London, Mike for bringing me canned pumpkin and halloween kisses, Christopher's family for caring so much without ever having met me, Christopher for being the best person I could have ever dreamed of, my family for always being there, and anyone else who reads this silly thing. Thanks for seeing me through the past six months. They have been the worse six months of my life. I seriously couldn't have done it without all of you. You rock. I'm off to work. Happy Thanksgiving. xoxo

posted by Stephanie @ 2:56 a.m. 1 comments