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Apr. 26th, 2013 11:55 amBooks read this month:
Frank McCourt Angela´s Ashes
Storm Constantine The Monstrous Regiment
Jamie O´Neill At Swim, Two Boys
and, finally, a bit of poetry: Erich Fried Vorübungen für Wunder
Still haven´t read the newest addition to the Eternal Dungeon of Dusk Peterson, although I really like the book. Might be because I had to hide my Kindle, or my daughter would have read the whole story without permission.There are a few sections she is not old enough to read, because they are....too explicit, not only in relation to sex? Hey, we are a funny bunch of musicians and historians, two married male couples in our circle of acquaintances, and Elli is beyond the point at which she thought that gay boys are having sex by twiddling their thumbs, but still...call me overprotective, but I can´t imagine my youngest offspring reading this book. Then again, her knowing smile might indicate she has already finished it. Let´s just say what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over.
Frank McCourt Angela´s Ashes
Storm Constantine The Monstrous Regiment
Jamie O´Neill At Swim, Two Boys
and, finally, a bit of poetry: Erich Fried Vorübungen für Wunder
Still haven´t read the newest addition to the Eternal Dungeon of Dusk Peterson, although I really like the book. Might be because I had to hide my Kindle, or my daughter would have read the whole story without permission.There are a few sections she is not old enough to read, because they are....too explicit, not only in relation to sex? Hey, we are a funny bunch of musicians and historians, two married male couples in our circle of acquaintances, and Elli is beyond the point at which she thought that gay boys are having sex by twiddling their thumbs, but still...call me overprotective, but I can´t imagine my youngest offspring reading this book. Then again, her knowing smile might indicate she has already finished it. Let´s just say what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over.
