read the last booker book this morning in bed...
j m cootzee, summertime, badly named, badly written, occasional bits of good writing but all kinds of unsatisfactory writing...
when he's writing as women I find him pretty rubbish...
so, definitely ended on a low, those 6 books I read...
also I watched monday's flashforward which was distinctly average... just like lost, take the smallest amount of storytelling you can, wrap it in the thinnest drama you can find, pretend it's fantastic...
but the day was rescued by channel 4's HBOfest from 10... trueblood & generationkill...
just wonderful...
and then there's hung.. josiah mentioned it over the weekend... any good?
my cup runneth over...
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