Time for another round of Bookshelf Travelling for Insane Times which is being hosted by Judith at Reader in the Wilderness. And wow, I've managed it on a Friday this time (it did involve getting it ready on Thursday, who knew 'thinking ahead' actually worked...)
The idea is to share your bookshelves with other bloggers. Any aspect you like:
2. Books in the home.
3. Touring books in the home.
4. Books organized or not organized on shelves, in bookcases, in stacks, or heaped in a helter-skelter fashion on any surface, including the floor, the top of the piano, etc.
5. Talking about books and reading experiences from the past, present, or future.
Whatever you fancy as long as you have fun.
So, here's my shelf for today:
I seem to specialise in random books on my shelves because here's another one. These inhabit a shelf in the lounge for no reason I can think of other than they have obviously gravitated there. Perhaps the company is interesting.
From the left, next to the duck, are two books by the TV cook, Nigel Slater, Tender, volumes one and two. I've got three or four, maybe more by him and they are always gorgeous things that you can read like non-fiction books.
Next to that, another cookbook, this one from The Hairy Bikers, who are also TV cooks. This one's full of recipes based on chicken and eggs. I'm not at all sure why these cookbooks are not in the kitchen, suspect wanderings in the night (them not me).
Next are three autobiographical books. The Fry Chronicles is the third of Stephen Fry's autobiographies, I've read the first two but not this. The Necessary Aptitude is by poet, Pam Ayres, love her hilarious poetry, and My Spiritual Autobiography is by the Dalai Lama. I haven't read these two either.
The two Tom Holt books belong to my husband, he's not an author I've tried but I probably should.
The 'Fireside' book is a compendium of bits about open fires, fireplaces, sitting by the fire, that sort of thing. I have read that and it's charming.
After that comes a collection of Harlan Coben books also belonging to my husband. I have read one of his, The Woods... it was very good.
Perched on top of Harlan Coben (that can't be very comfortable) are two hardbacks. One is a book of Jack Reacher short stories by Lee Childs, belonging to my husband, he's read it (twice actually, he got this one for Christmas a year or two ago, read it, then took it out of the library last summer and was merrily halfway through before I pointed out that he had that book on the shelf and had already read it...) I haven't read it but might someday. And Books to Die For edited by John Connolly, a non-fiction book of essays by famous crime writers about the crime fiction they love. I got halfway through this and ground slowly to a halt. Not sure why.
So that's my bookshelf for this fourth week of lockdown. The dry spell has broken today, after several sunny, warm weeks, and it's raining. It's nice actually, I'm not a wall-to-wall sunshine sort of a person and anyway the garden needs the rain.
Happy reading and stay safe.