The Russians are notoriously long, thick, ponderous volumes… but I’m currently delving into The Idiot (Dostoevsky), which is a mere 700-odd pages, and it’s just a good book. True, I’m only 40 pages in… it normally takes me what, 20 minutes to read that much? But this baby I’ve been reading for maybe an hour. But it’s good. It’s got plot, suspense, everything; it’s a quality read. Not exactly a light summer trashy novel, but I’d rather spend my time on the classics than on inane chick lit.
‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ just came onto my iPod on shuffle. Hahahaa.
“There are few and far between things that are better than a good book and rain.”
Chloe boots, Chanel Union Jack bag (lust! lust! lust!)