It’s only the second day of the Olympics and I’m starting to feel burnt out. There are just too many events going on AT THE SAME TIME – and the BBC is providing live streams to ALL of them (or so it seems). I *almost* want to go back to work on Monday so that I’ll be limited to the live text commentary (and maybe whatever’s being shown on the TV screens at work 😉 ). If you’re not into sports, I think you’d be burying your head under your duvet and having a little cry. I thought the opening ceremony was brilliant (Mr Bean! James Bond! The Queen!) and it lived up to the hype. The pop music section was perhaps too long, but I loved the nod to children’s literature (JK Rowling!) and the lighting of the cauldron was really dramatic (did anyone else think Hunger Games??). Your thoughts?
Enough babbling about the Olympics for now.
A couple of links of interest:
- Dear Author collected some New Adult recs – definitely a post for future reference. I’ve seen Tammara Webber‘s EASY recommended all over the place and am tempted.
- I loved this tor.com post about the process of painting a 150-foot movie poster on the side of a NYC building. Fascinating stuff.
Reading-wise, I’ve finished Eloisa James‘ PARIS IN LOVE. I wasn’t planning on reading it as I’m not a massive non-fiction reader, but I bought it when the UK publisher offered the Kindle edition at a bargain price (still £2.39 as of time of posting), and ended up being surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I read it over a couple of weeks, and the vignettes-interspersed-with-a-few-essays format lent itself very well to dipping in and out. It was charming, which I expected (how could Eloisa James NOT write a charming account of her time in Paris), and hilarious, which I didn’t quite expect (I ended up giggling helplessly at a couple of scenes in the book). But there were also sombre undertones (their sabbatical in Paris was partly as a result of Ms James’ brush with cancer) and I got an impression this was really a love letter in book form. Not just the obvious one addressed to Paris, as much as Paris comes off as being a beautiful place to live, but also a love letter to her children and husband. Good read.
That’s mostly it reading-wise – it’s more of short stories and novellas due to me being hopelessly distracted by the Olympics. I have started on Wen Spencer‘s ELFHOME though. Unfortunately it’s been years since I last read this series, so I’m appreciating the almost-info-dumping in the first chapters – it’s helping to jog my memory and I need it as it’s a rather complicated world!