Libby's reading year: a quick catch up!

For someone so excited to write my first blog post I realise I have slipped under the radar recently but although I have not been blogging I have been reading as much as ever! This means I have three very different books to fill you in on.

The House by the Thames: and the People Who Lived There by Gillian Tindall

In my last post I promised that after reading The House By the Thames: and the People Who Lived There I would know all there is to know about the history of London. I feel that, although that was a slight oversight, I have definitely learnt a lot about 49 Bankside and that area through the ages.

49 Bankside and the small terrace of modest looking houses sits right up next to the millennium bridge, opposite St Paul's and in the shadow of the huge old power station which houses the Tate Modern. Having walked past those houses many times, I have long been curious about how they managed to survive and what kind of people live inside. The anecdotal history throughout this book is very interesting it explores the Tudor inn which once stood on the site, the boat men who carried passengers across the river to the theatres in Shakespeare's times and also the huge changes on Bankside at the time of the industrial revolution.

Sometimes in the past I have struggled to read non fiction; my love for novels springs from being able to immerse myself in a story and typically I did find some sections of this book more interesting than others. There is no denying that Tindall has done a brilliant job in creating a well written and accessible history and I wish I was as interested in the coal trade chapter as I was in the chapter describing the fire of 1666, but I am afraid that is probably more down to my short attention span than anything else.

I will feel inclined to bring my copy of The House by the Thames next time I am in that part of the city and use it as a sort of travel guide. There are definitely some particular anecdotes I think will stick in my head and others I would like to put in to context by giving Bankside a visit.

So, after my brief spell in the basement of the history section I decided to give myself a break back to fiction. With a novel which is also about a house....(drum roll)..

The Glass Room by Simon Mawer

I would like to start by saying that I loved this book. Much more than I thought I would after reading the first chapter, which I had to re-read having read the end. Set in Czechoslovakia in the late 1930s this novel revolves around the Landauer house: an innovative piece of modern architecture built for Liesel and Viktor Landauer by the architect Rainer before the gradual decline of their nation into war.

The novel is one about war, betrayal and attraction in a uniquely cold but beautiful setting. The glass house acts as a metaphor throughout the book- to begin with for the growth of the Landaur family and then, as the house passes hands from a laboratory for genetic experiments to a dance studio, for the cultural decline from decadence into war. The wholly believeable characters and the subtle way in which Mawer describes their precarious situation makes this a gripping, thought provoking read. Apparently the house in The Glass Room was based on a real historical landmark in former Czechoslovakia, which makes it even more fasinating for me. This is definitely a book that I would recommend and, although so far I have only read two, the best book I've read all year!

My next choice was made in a slight rush to avoid the prospect of a long train journey with nothing to read. I often find rash decisions are made in these circumstances but in this case I was sweetly surprised. I have gone from glass houses to glass..feet, strangely.

The Girl with Glass Feet by Ali Shaw

As the title suggest this book is about a girl whose feet are gradually turning into glass which she covers up with many layers of thick socks and some big policeman's boots. Set on a strange and in some ways magical small island, which we are led to believe, is somewhere in the very far

north.

The girl with glass feet, Ida, meets Midas a photographer come florist who is still coming to terms with his father's suicide and Henry Fuwa an obsessive science enthusiast who spends most of his day rearing mythical creatures which resemble tiny cows with wings. I really enjoyed both the lyrical fairytale descriptions and the subtle way in which Ida's transformation takes place. Even though the subject is obviously so fantastical the links with medicine and the modern day setting makes the glass feet thing almost matter of fact. The characters, too, are tragic but likable

and complex.

There are some beautiful parts to this novel which I really enjoyed and although I found the end chapters slightly over emotional for my tastes, (I don't want to say to much I case I give away spoilers!) This is an all round magical read once you ignore the cover which I think is way too girly and romantic.

I have already started my next read which, so far, I am very much enjoying. I will save that for

next time!

All NF and no F makes Lucinda a Dull Girl

Well, I'm poised to move onto the Science
shelf at Mr B's and have a fascinating title
lined up: Michael Brooks' 13 Things That
Don't Make Sense. Before I dive into that
mind-bending treat, I thought I'd pen a
few thoughts on my final 'holiday read'.
Everyone in the shop raves about spy
master Eric Ambler and has their own
favourite - but Uncommon Danger is
the one title none of us has read yet,
so I thought I'd give it a go.

Uncommon Danger features a stock
Ambler premise: an ordinary man finds
himself embroiled in the world of
espionage - this time, it's a journalist,
Kenton. His quick descent into the shadowy
underworld of spies is totally convincing and the pace of the unfolding drama is relentless. There are kidnappings, shootouts, bond-style death evasion and a tentative love interest who is
anything but token. The language occasionally reminds you that this was written in the 1930's and there are a couple of fantastical lucky breaks needed to move the plot on, but I'm happy to roll with this - plus, the premise that big business can occasionally dictate global politics remains disturbingly relevant. Kenton's constant reappraisal of himself, his principles and his capabilities is one of the most succinct pieces of character development I've read in ages. Plus, Ambler is pinpoint accurate with his descriptions which keeps the whole thing super-pacey. When we are told in the prologue that 'Mr Baltergehen twisted his lips slightly. It was his way of smiling,' in one line we know all we need to know. What a treat!

Oh please, not that one again...a list for bored parents everywhere (by Mrs B)

It would seem that organising bookselling at the Bath Lit Fest and bringing up a small child leaves little time for reading - at least not for reading books without rhyme, pictures or soggy-edged corners. The pitiful few pages I manage in a day mean my own reading plan is limping slowy along, awaiting the end of the festival.

In the meantime I go to bed and dream of plum pie in the sun, tigers who eat all the cakes and of lions who are too fierce and sent back to the zoo. I had hitherto been ignorant of just how intimately you get to know children's books as a parent. It doesn't matter how many books you have at home (and you can imagine, we're not short of a few), the same favourites are revisited again and again and then some more. And it's only when faced with such daily repetition that you fully realise the benefit of a great children's book.

So here are mine (and Miss B's) very personal favourites which are genuinely fantastic and which I am happy to read time and time again, and which I have not tried to hide away or pretend have gone to Grandma's house.

1. The Tiger Who Came to Tea - Judith Kerr. A true classic but one I didn't know as a child myself so am just as enamoured as Miss B with the wonderfully hungry, smiley tiger and the terribly polite Sophie and her mum and the trip out in the dark to the cafe for sausages and chips.

2. Green Eggs and Ham - Dr Seuss. Again, I wasn't read these as a child and hadn't appreciated just how fantastic they are. The fun fast rhymes are funny for an adult too and are just so different and wonderfully odd compared to most other books out there.

3. Papa Please Get the Moon for Me - Eric Carle. This lovely pop-up board book was given to us as a present when she was born and was the first book we read to her when she was just weeks old, lying wide-eyed on the bed staring up at the moon unfolding. I am sure it has fuelled her obsession with the moon ever since and we still read it as a perfect goodnight story. Gentle, sweet and beautiful words to match the pictures.

4. Bear on a Bike - Stella Blackstone. As bear goes off on his travels to the market, to an island, to the forest, to a castle on different forms of transport, this has been a hit with Miss B I think because of the bright colours with lots happening on each page and for me for the above-average rhyming sing-songy words which make it so much nicer to read than the dull-dull "that's not my..." style book.

5. Mr Magnolia by Quentin Blake. A recommendation by my friend Karen as her favourite book as a kid and we sell it by the dozen at Mr B's. Of course there are Blake's quirky illustrations but coupled with such a wonderfully simple and silly story of Mr Magnolia only having one boot throughout until someone thinks to buy him a new one at which the cast of characters all shout whooppee for Mr Magnolia's New Boot! It makes me smile every time.

6. Welcome to the Zoo by Alison Jay. A wordless book with lots of different scenes at the zoo all beautifully illustrated. Look more closely and you see each page is interconnected with the others, with stories flowing from one page to the next with lots of v funny touches clearly designed for parent readers - I am entertained by new little things every time in a remarkably sophisticated "where's wally" (but better) kind of way.

7. One Ted Fell Out of Bed by Julia Donaldson. This is a corker of a book for bed-time story to get them all sleepy and I honestly don't tire of the rhyming text, despite having read it pushing a hundred times. Ted falls out of bed and plays with all the dolls and in toy cars and trolls and floats up on balloons until he gets all sad and builds a staircase of building blocks to try to get back into bed with his sleeping owner.

8. Harry the Dirty Dog by Gene Zion. My personal favourite as a child - or at least the one I remember the most. An American classic about a dog who doesn't want a bath and runs away playing in lots of dirt and then needing a bath to get clean for his family to recognise him. Lots of trucks and trains, tunnels and then a warming cosy coming home story with fabulous illustrations from the 60s.

9. Each Peach Pear Plum by Allan Ahlberg. Of course. Can't imagine this not being on every parent's top 10 list. Every inch of this is perfect - the clever, sweet rhymes all referencing other children's tales, the intricate, homely comforting illustrations with touches of humour and

of course it heavily features plum pie which surely makes everyone's belly feel warm.

10. A Squash and a Squeeze by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler. This is my favourite from the array of great books by this duo where a lady thinks her house is too small until she has to share it with various animals.

Mrs B.x

Lucinda's Reading Challenge 2011: Psychology

I'm fighting jet lag but just had to

pen a couple of thoughts about

Richard Sennett's ace book
The Craftsman. Even the cover
is fab (and drew the custom
official's eye when my bags
were searched at the airport!)

The good news is that this is the
first of a trilogy that Sennett is
writing about the philosophy of

material culture. This first

instalment is all about how we

perceive craftsmanship and

the lengths we go to to improve

the things we make. Richard Sennett

sees craftsmanship everywhere: in the honing of a piece of Linux code as much as in a piece of Ancient Greek pottery (where makers' marks started to become an important aspect of the finished article).

There are specific discussions about how we experiment and engage repetition to improve our craft - including some really interesting sections on violin fingering techniques, left and right hand jazz piano practice and glass blowing. It's fascinating to consider that the Craftsman will change his physiology through practice to perfect technique.

Biology and science in general, however, don't have all the answers. I found it rather romantic that science still can't come up with an answer as to why a Stradivarius sounds so good and why musicians can spot a replica every time. This intangibility of expertise means that the demise of the craftsman often means the demise of the technique. Richard Sennett ironically (as an author) shows how language is totally lacking when trying to communicate how to make something: the myriad micro-decisions that must be made when boning a chicken for example can never be written down in an accessible style - although one of our fave cookery writers Richard Olney is given praise for his gorgeous prose!

The mixture of history, practical information and thought means that this book is never dull and I reckon it's a must for anyone who has ever made anything using care and attention! Richard Sennett's references to craftsmen throughout history (be they artists, philosophers or scientists) are all intriguing. With one eye on the biography shelf - which I will be visiting in the near future - I think I've found a soul mate in John Ruskin. He's the Victorian artisan who championed individual hand made items over the homogeneity of industrialised mass production. I'm keen to find out more about him. Now, back to the zeds.