Offmyface

If you have called in here looking for another book review, I am sorry but you are going to be disappointed; I am offmyface. I was cooking our evening meal: baked meat and macaroni, there was a bottle of Pinot Grigio in the fridge and I decided to drink some of it. Then I drank some more.

This afternoon a van came through our garden wall. I am not happy, my little garden has been wrecked. At least no one was hurt, it is only a wall, it can be rebuilt (although it is going to cost someone a lot of money.) I am in desperate need of a book to calm me down, something nice and soothing, not too challenging as my concentration is shot to pieces, any suggestions?

Not out of my genre

This was taken on World Book Day earlier this year. I am practising my stern library assistant’s look which is completely lost on today’s youth. When I sent this picture to a friend she remarked “You look a right prat!” “You look uncomfortable, are you out of your genre?” But the answer to that is no, because I like historical fiction. Which tenuously links to:

Scapegallows by Carol Birch

Virago 2007, 448 pages

This book is a wonderful adventure story inspired by the life of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk woman who stole a horse and escaped the gallows not once, but twice. After a faltering start I galloped through it; Carol Birch gives us a courageous and spirited woman who made a successful life for herself in Australia after she was transported. Historical fiction at its best.

And the winner is……

The winner of the Baasil the sheep bookmark is Linda M Cameron with her guess of 53. The page being marked was 47. Thank ewe all for dropping by and please come again.

Where are you?

Where are you all? Perhaps this will find you – if you would like the chance to win the Baasil the sheep bookmark used in the last post, leave a comment guessing which page number it was marking when I took the picture of God’s Own Country.

Going wild in the country

God’s Own Country by Ross Raisin

Viking 2008, 224 pages

Since his exclusion from school, 19 year old Sam Marsdyke has worked the sheep on his family’s farm on the Yorkshire Moors. From his hilltop vantage point he observes the transformation of the local landscape as the “shadows of the cities” encroach across the valley, revamping the local pub and turning failed farms into housing developments and second homes for “welly weekenders”. Soon his eye falls on the daughter of a new family and the friendship that begins between a solitary young man and a rebellious teenager slowly becomes something more menacing.

Ah’m reight chuffed Ah glegged this on trolley. That Sam Marsdyke, he’s a rum ‘un, fair med me chuckle, next I’m proper choiled up and heart-sluffened. It caps owt!