I just finished reading On Her Majesty’s Secret Service by Ian Fleming. It’s one of the later James Books and like the rest, it’s pretty good. It’s the one where James Bond gets married and then his wife gets shot in the head. It not particularly sad though – as you know 007 will shag a load more women the following week.
I would thoroughly recommend any of the James Bond novels. Well, the original ones by Ian Fleming anyway.
I’ve decided I’m going to make a note of all the books I read this year. I’ve already forgotten most of what I read last year – I know I read Hawksmoor and London by Peter Ackroyd but that’s about it. And Scar Tissue by Anthony Keidis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
So far this year, I’ve read: Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut, Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby and the Bond book mentioned above. I used to read really quickly – but I try to read at a slower pace purposely these days so I can enjoy the experience more.
I’ve just started reading White Line Fever – the autobiography of Lemmy from Motorhead. I think it’s going to annoy me to be honest. Books about people who have a lot of sex always do.