The other obsession

I thought I’d rattle on for a short while about my reading habits and how I’m finally choosing which books to write about. This is because I’ve actually come across a couple that have brought on the need to ramble (Stella Duffy’s The Room of Lost Things and Drew Magary’s The Exit Specialist (or, as it’s more commonly known, The Postmortal) – watch this space). Also I thought it’d be nice to give a break to those readers (’cause it turns out I do have them!) who aren’t that interested in the sport side of things. Those who are interested in that side of things – don’t worry. There’s another one of those entries brewing. Continue reading “The other obsession”

Lost in Sofia

We’ve just returned from a Sofia Coppola (or Giovanni Ribisi, depending on your poison) double bill at the Prince Charles. The Virgin Suicides and Lost in Translation. I wasn’t sure whether to go or not, because I’m a bit low and watching those films could, I figured, push me either way. I’ve never seen The Virgin Suicides on a big screen before – I bought the music before I ever saw the film (by Air – check it out), love the book, love the film. I had forgotten or blocked out the more upsetting bits.

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