The other day I got my reading list for English Literature next year (which, may I add is fantastic – American Psycho! Dorian Gray! Brave New World! Othello!), so I went on an ‘educational’ book buying spree. Out of the sixteen or so I bought, I only need one for the course… But damn, was this good value. Sixteen books for ten pounds – long live charity shops.
Penguin Classics Banned Books Collection
I would like to thank the angel who forced me out of bed, trundled me in to Swindon and on a whim, made me decide to go to the Prospect Hospice book store. Purchasing this collection is the bibliophile’s equivalent of snorting a line of cocaine, but at a significantly cheaper price and with less damage to one’s health. Equally as addictive, alas. I seriously thought that I’d read the price tag wrong – twelve books for a fiver? For once, my terrible eyesight was not deceiving me, and thus I picked up the bargain of the century – its original retail price was around £95. Included are gems such as A Clockwork Orange (the only book that I bought today that I actually need for next year), Lolita, The Master and Margarita, and One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, and I am so excited (even now) because many of these have been on my TBR for yonks, and I finally have my own copies! This summer will be fantastic. Do you think I could use this collection as a reason to why I can’t go out?
The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan
I don’t know why I bought this. I don’t need any more books. I thought that I’d heard of it from a film with Colin Firth, but I don’t know any more. It won the Man Booker a couple of years ago, so in theory it should be pretty good.
All My Sons by Arthur Miller
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank the volunteer – not that he’s reading this, but I’ll thank him anyway – who didn’t bat an eyelid when I burst in (for the second time that day), said ‘Death of a Salesman’ and walked off. I love Arthur Miller, I love plays, and this looked interesting. I can’t even remember what it’s about.
The Three Theban Plays by Sophocles
Greek, so I bought it.
The Bacchae and Other Plays by Euripides
GREEK! I’m doing the Extended Project Qualification in Sixth Form (EPQ), where we can do a project on anything we want, and I’m thinking about doing mine about Greek theatre. This means that I can justify to myself, my parents, and my bank account that it’s okay to spend lots of money on beautiful books.
It’s not okay. I went shopping today (again) and the only thing that I bought was a book. I’m so tired.