It feels like spring has arrived here in the UK, and I haven’t been as busy at work as I should have been. In spite of this, I don’t feel like I’ve read an awful lot to fill the gaps – partly because I’m engaged in a lot of read-alongs, which stretch books out longer and often deter me from picking up something else in between. However, it’s all been good reading and I’m loving the discussions with my fellow readers.

January has felt very episodic as I started the year travelling around Iceland (I’ll write about it at some point, but instagram has day by day scenery porn picspam), had to take unexpected trips north and work has been fragmentary. Sadly, this hasn’t resulted in READING ALL THE BOOKS, because exploring Iceland was distracting and Lagoon took longer than expected (a sure sign I’m not enjoying something).

I recently reread The Kraken Wakes, always my favourite John Wyndham book. Wyndham for me is something like comfort food, or cartoons: when I need a light, refreshing, familiar interlude I can always turn to one of his novels to tide me over to the next challenge. In this case, I had left the book I intended to read at the office, leaving me stranded over a weekend with nothing to read.

Oh, the horror.