Showing posts with label glennkill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glennkill. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Bookporn.

Glennkill made me pleasantly nostalgic for Ireland. I went there in 2000. Connemara. I was picturing the Cliffs of Moher for the book's setting, which worked perfectly well. The grass there was so soft, you wouldn't believe it.

This is where I got my fantastic and beloved Ireland Mug. It has sheep on it. It gets along very, very well with the book about Irish sheep who solve a crime:

There's a story to tell about this mug. To make it short: I won it for making dirty jokes.

More bookporn:


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I liked, by the way; three of the candles I lighted in memoriam of various deceased characters, a practice I soon gave up due to limited amount of candles in the house; my coffee-filled Ireland Mug; and some wool, which we can all pretend symbolizes the plot thread.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Irony

I do not know whether I read a real or a fake spoiler. (Not "read", really. More like "jumped into my eye".)
This means that even if it was a real spoiler, I cannot fully believe it, and as long as I do not fully believe it, I have not been spoilt, since the excitement and uncertainty will still be there.
I do not know whether I should be happy or unhappy about this state of affairs.

Glennkill, in the meanwhile, continues to be one of the most relaxed and cute crime novels in the world. But how scary the life of a sheep can be.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Together they fight crime!

I have a small to-read list that should keep me entertained until Saturday. It is important to stay entertained. Boredom leads to the internet, and the internet contains spoilers.

Fred Vargas: The Three Evangelists
(original title: "Debout les morts"; I read it in English because I completely thought Fred Vargas was an English man. She's actually a French woman. I suck!)
It's about a trio of historians trying to catch a murderer.

Leonie Swann: Three Bags Full
(original title: "Glennkill"; once more, I assumed the author was British or American. I mean... Swann? I am very proud that I discovered that she is in fact German. That's how I managed to buy the German version and not again get stuck with a translation I wouldn't need!)
It's about a herde of sheep trying to catch a murderer.

When was the last time I read a book about detectives catching murderers?