My booky wooks

I read lots of magazines and newspapers but I rarely read a book for pleasure because there never seems to be enough time. Nevertheless, at the start of every half-term or holiday I make a point of visiting the nearest branch of Waterstones where I buy two or three books.

Unfortunately, with the exception of a 12-day Baltic cruise when there was nothing to do every other day except eat, drink and read (the perfect holiday), all my good intentions invariably come to nought. And that is why, over the past two years, I have acquired a stack of books that remains unread if not forgotten.

So if I read only one of the following titles over the next few days I will consider the 2010 Easter weekend to have been a success:

Lustrum (Robert Harris)
Best Seat in the House (Frank Johnson)
Something Sensational to Read in the Train (Gyles Brandreth)
Ghost (Robert Harris)
Inside Out (Peter Watt)
More Time for Politics (Tony Benn)
Apathy for the Devil: A 1970s Memoir (Nick Kent)
Grub Street Irregular (Jeremy Lewis)
The Progressive Patriot (Billy Bragg)
London: The Biography (Peter Akroyd)
How To Get Rich (Felix Dennis)
Silent Comedy (Paul Merton)
The End of the Party (Andrew Rawnsley)

Of that list the one I really want to read is Apathy for the Devil by former NME journalist Nick Kent. I grew up reading Kent, Charles Shaar Murray and all those iconoclastic NME writers, so I can't wait.

If only I could find time without ... being ... interrupted ... Aaarrgghhh!!

Update on Friday, April 2, 2010 by Simon Clark

Currently reading Apathy for the Devil while listening to Roxy Music's Country Life (left). It's 1974 and I am 15 (again) ...

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[idlex]

The time has come
It's getting late
It's now or never
Don't hesitate
Or stall
When I call
Don't spoil
The thrill of it all