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I have a self-image as the kind of person who always has a book on the go and who reads at a ridiculous rate - I told Goodreads '52 a year' and thought that wouldn't be difficult.
I just finished number 19, which was Aliette de Bodard's _House of Binding Thorns_, featuring the cold shabby struggle between a Paris of fallen angels and a Seine of displaced Vietnamese dragons; this was one where I would read a chapter at the end of the day and drift off to sleep. It's the first book I finished in July. It's good, if you read _House of Shattered Wings_ you'll like it, it may be the only fantasy I've read with one of the protagonists pregnant.
It may simply be that I'm not on as many trains by myself; I don't think the lack of novel-reading coincides with having an Economist subscription, though that has meant my Sunday afternoons include two hours of sitting in a comfy chair with an ever-refilled mug of hot water reading quite dense reporting.
Trying some non-fiction (_The Box_, on Kindle, about how container shipping changed the world, _Sabres of Paradise_, in a physical hardback, about the Russian conquest of the Caucasus) next. It is sad that I am wary of reading _Sabres of Paradise_ on public transport because it is a thick black book with Arabic letters in gold on the front.
I just finished number 19, which was Aliette de Bodard's _House of Binding Thorns_, featuring the cold shabby struggle between a Paris of fallen angels and a Seine of displaced Vietnamese dragons; this was one where I would read a chapter at the end of the day and drift off to sleep. It's the first book I finished in July. It's good, if you read _House of Shattered Wings_ you'll like it, it may be the only fantasy I've read with one of the protagonists pregnant.
It may simply be that I'm not on as many trains by myself; I don't think the lack of novel-reading coincides with having an Economist subscription, though that has meant my Sunday afternoons include two hours of sitting in a comfy chair with an ever-refilled mug of hot water reading quite dense reporting.
Trying some non-fiction (_The Box_, on Kindle, about how container shipping changed the world, _Sabres of Paradise_, in a physical hardback, about the Russian conquest of the Caucasus) next. It is sad that I am wary of reading _Sabres of Paradise_ on public transport because it is a thick black book with Arabic letters in gold on the front.
