I read Steinbeck's "Cannery Row" a few weeks back and thoroughly enjoyed it - soon after, my nephew mentioned that he was going to be starting "Of Mice And Men" for Junior Cert so I bought a copy to help him out with it.
(We've already done Hemmingway's "The Old Man & The Sea" and I had a lot of fun connecting with the young lad on something. The only other things that we have in common are Liverpool Football Club and FIFA)
It was great read that whiled away two hours on a November Saturday morning. I texted him and told him I'd read it. He texted back "Probably not going to be be doing it now. Might be doing one called 'Things Fall Apart'. Maybe you could read that too."
I asked him if he fancied reading "Of Mice And Men" anyway so we could have a chat about it.
"Nah. Why would I do that?"
At least I know what to get him for Christmas now; second-hand copies of two Steinbeck novels. The little bastard.
Read "The Queen And I" by Sue Townsend. Great fun. Never got around to it at the height of her Adrian Mole pomp.
Started Rory Carroll's "Killing Thatcher" last night. I hated having to put it down. It is scintillating stuff.