March was a very busy month and I found myself all too often staggering up the stairs to bed, very sleepily and unable to read a thing. These are the two books I managed to read - yes books - not Kindle offerings this time:
Margaret Atwood's Maddaddam was a big heavy hardback - how my poor weak wrists struggled with that. This signed first edition was lent to me by a friend (thanks Mel) and so I had the pressure of taking extra special care of it! The final episode of the trilogy was just as good as the previous two, and driven by strong female characters, which is always a bonus.
|Roald Dahl's original writing hut re-housed in the museum|
I bought Roald Dahls's Boy on a trip with the kids to his Museum and Story Centre in Great Missenden, Buckinghamshire. The museum is amazing. I recommend that everyone go. He was a story telling genius obviously, but the museum manages to capture the warmth and intelligence of the man, and really highlights what a unique individual he was. The book is him recounting some of his early, most vivid, memories. Truthfully, it was almost too much for me. So many thrashings and canings, the sheer wickedness of so many adults (teachers usually) from his frighteningly violent public school education. Having a son of the same age, an intelligent, thoughtful, imaginative son too, I couldn't help but imagine him coping with the same harshness and loneliness. Quite heart breaking.