I finished the second series of The Bridge last night. Wow.
No spoilers but a twisted ending. You know of course that when the plot appears
all tied up with an hour and twenty minutes to go that there must be something
else (unless it’s a Harry Potter movie I suppose), but I didn't see much of
that coming.
As I don’t watch a lot of TV, the fact that I have spent ten
hours over the last four weeks (plus six on Hinterland) on this does make me
wonder what I would have done otherwise. I think the answer is that I haven’t
been reading as much as I usually would.
I've been reading
widely of late - a mixture of (decent quality) journalism and current affairs,
fact, and fiction of wide-ranging heritage and quality. In fact, pretty much the
only stuff I don’t read is biography and self-help books. (Anyone reading this
blog since the beginning may feel that the second of these omissions probably should
be revisited, but I have my pride.)
And The Bridge and Hinterland coincided with having finished
some book threads (A Song of Ice and Fire (The Game of Thrones) stuff, the
Robert Llewellyn ‘News from’ books and a partial reread of Kurt Vonnegut (still
love it).
So I had been fishing around looking for the next thing to
read. I was trying to reread the ‘Mapp and Lucia’ novels (EF Benson’s light
social commentary – he also wrote some great horror) especially as they were
about 40p on Kindle, but just haven’t got into them yet. And TV was an obvious
alternative.
Now what I don’t want to do is to carry on with the TV
watching. So I will be spending some time today (in advance of about five hours
on trains tomorrow) seeking out something new to read. Ideas gratefully
received.
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