Getting my reading groove back, it always comes and goes. Recently finished the wonderful A Gentleman in Moscow; a luxurious blanket of a book, so rich in language and texture I was truly abject when it was over.
Then leapt into the somewhat jarring world of The Unexpected Gift of Joseph Bridgeman; a time traveller who is a bit of an asshole and doesn’t seem to realise it.
Next up? Not sure, but it feels good to be getting lost in a good story again. Although I think I’ll look to the former of my recent reads for recommendations. Sumptuous language and imagery will always be my preferred prose of choice.