![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grocery shopping: not as fun as book shopping, that's for sure
Tuesday, 26 October 2010 11:05 pmIs there some sort of milk crisis going on? The store had chocolate milk, and strawberry, and those weird coffee flavoured things, but nothing else.
It was also out of coriander leaves. Daun ketumbar. Cilantro? I'm not sure which is the more common name. They only had parsley. I should have bought those and potatoes instead, hmm.
---
I finished Hilary Mantel's Wolf's Hall. The book was long, and it felt much longer than it actually is. Despite that, I rather enjoyed it, though I went through it feeling somewhat puzzled, because I can't seem to place the historical events at all. Not that I know much about the Tudors or Thomas Cromwell. I found myself thinking, vaguely, Elizabeth will end up being queen, right? (the thought ended up being irrelevant to the story anyway), and I just ploughed through the whole thing and simply filed Thomas Cromwell under "to look up later", though I've done nothing of the sort yet.
I've finally picked up one of Graham Greene's books to read. (In my head, I can hear my sister going, "Finally! You're giving him a go!", even though in reality my sister isn't one to insist that I read anything. We stay out of each other's reading lists, mostly. Our tastes don't overlap much.) There were a few on her shelf, and I picked The Quiet American, mostly because it was the most recognisable title to me. There are quite a few of his books there: Our Man in Havana, The Human Factor, maybe one of the travelogues, and I know The End of the Affair is somewhere in this house. I'm nearly midway through, and I keep wondering where this is going. For some reason I had half-expected a spy story -- I blame this article. Also: there are lines in French. My French is so rusty I'd probably need a tetanus shot just attempting to sound the words.
At least it's not a thick book. Wolf's Hall was a pain to lug around; it was over 650 pages and hard to cram into the usual work bag.
It was also out of coriander leaves. Daun ketumbar. Cilantro? I'm not sure which is the more common name. They only had parsley. I should have bought those and potatoes instead, hmm.
---
I finished Hilary Mantel's Wolf's Hall. The book was long, and it felt much longer than it actually is. Despite that, I rather enjoyed it, though I went through it feeling somewhat puzzled, because I can't seem to place the historical events at all. Not that I know much about the Tudors or Thomas Cromwell. I found myself thinking, vaguely, Elizabeth will end up being queen, right? (the thought ended up being irrelevant to the story anyway), and I just ploughed through the whole thing and simply filed Thomas Cromwell under "to look up later", though I've done nothing of the sort yet.
I've finally picked up one of Graham Greene's books to read. (In my head, I can hear my sister going, "Finally! You're giving him a go!", even though in reality my sister isn't one to insist that I read anything. We stay out of each other's reading lists, mostly. Our tastes don't overlap much.) There were a few on her shelf, and I picked The Quiet American, mostly because it was the most recognisable title to me. There are quite a few of his books there: Our Man in Havana, The Human Factor, maybe one of the travelogues, and I know The End of the Affair is somewhere in this house. I'm nearly midway through, and I keep wondering where this is going. For some reason I had half-expected a spy story -- I blame this article. Also: there are lines in French. My French is so rusty I'd probably need a tetanus shot just attempting to sound the words.
At least it's not a thick book. Wolf's Hall was a pain to lug around; it was over 650 pages and hard to cram into the usual work bag.
