Everything Changes

The Church of England would like people to use the hashtag #everythingchanges on Easter Sunday.

I'm sorry, the only thing I can think when I see that is the acolytes checking the fire extinguishers before the kindling of new flame. Because after all, everything changes in the twenty first century, and you gotta be ready.

Wednesday Book Thing

Just finished:

A lot of Maeve Binchy. When my 'Books Read' list fills up with Maeve Binchy and/or Jilly Cooper it tends to be a sign that things might be going better, as is indeed the case now. After all the monitoring as a first time mother (which still left me slipping through the net and not being reated for post-natal depression for months on end), second time round it appears one is left to swim or sink, and unfortunately I had rather been sinking, and hadn't even noticed until the mental clouds began to lift a week or so ago. Now heading in the right direction, but there are an awful lot of things to repair after the past few months.

Ben Aaronovitch - Moon Over Soho. I bought Rivers of London with last year's birthday book token, then didn't read it for months. I wasn't so daft this year (I was already reading it when legionseagle recommended them recently). Unqualified adoration here.

Now reading:

Richard Mabey - Nature Cure Possibly a book about recovering from depression is not the best choice when one is in fact recovering from depression. I had been meaning to read it for several years though, and Waterstones in Norwich (vastly improved, seems to be an actual bookshop again) had it on a table when I was spending the aforementioned book token. I'm thinking of starting a new shelf, of books where Roger Deakin makes a guest appearance though.

Juliet Gardiner - The Thirties, an intimate history I feel as if I've been reading this for at least a decade. It's too fat a paperback to read while feeding a baby, so rather languishes.

Going to read:

Helen Waddell - Peter Abelard Or possibly just the Easter section, because it's Easter and I read that section most years. It's the one book that says spring to me.

Lois McMaster Bujold - Brothers in Arms Picking up my fairly leisurely re-read of all the Vorkosigan novels.

Something readable on the Anglican church in the twentieth century, because the plot bunnies be full of the joys of spring.