Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Obesity articles - File under bullshit

The heading hasn't anything to do with this post, it's just that I was reading another "expert" on fatty bombahs and began to want ice-cream, chocolate sauce and marshmallows on top. I wish they'd all piss off to 'Thinland' and waste away in silence.

Before Christmas I picked up a copy of The Da Vinci Code in the oppie for a dollar. I enjoyed it the first time round but it's a book that can only be read once. A good mystery book is one where you can't remember who did it two hours after you've finished which makes it great to read a year later. Agatha Christie's books are brilliant for this. The film of the book annoyed me as well, not enough looking at the buildings where the mysteries were set. So that went in the bag to be returned to the oppie.

Christmas Day, my sister gives me a Dan Brown book. The illustrated version of his latest, The Lost Symbol. It totally lost me as a story and it had a crap ending. The photos illustrating the test were really gorgeous though. I've been told that sight seeing in Washington now is nearly impossible with security alerts closing off the best of the buildings and photographs have to be taken a long way away. So I'm keeping this book for the beautiful architecture that's given way to boring nothing type buildings. Mind you it was so heavy (lovely paper) that I had to read it on the bed because I couldn't hold it up.

If they'd done this with Da Vinci I'd be first in line to buy it. I did buy one of his others at Dirt Cheap Books, $5, probably all it's worth as a story. I also picked up a biography of Hilary Clinton and Margaret Whitlam, $1 each. Series 2 of the ABC's Dynasties, $1 and then we were back at the $5 lines, a murder, fantasy fiction, a social history of WhiteChapel at the time of the Ripper murders. This was after the book sale at Southland where I grabbed the third book in the Eragon series, a biography of Denys Finch-Hatton, another fantasy fiction and a pyschological thriller that I think I'll read during the day.

The floor is awash with books, the study has a shelf of un-reads, the dining table holds all of my jewellery books (huge), fashion books (huge) are in the bedroom under the chair and I just won't think of the four on their way from the Book Depository. I blame my childhood for all of this. I had only four books, a story about Jesus, the Queen's visit to Australia, the Snowdrop story book (green cover) and a very political incorrect book of an aboriginal family, Picanniny Walkabout. In primary school our library was two shelves in each class room which lasted me about three weeks. My first paypacket went on a pair of dollybird shoes to replace stilletos and a book. The second paypacket went towards a pearl and gold ring. Ooer, memory comes to me. My first piece of jewellery was from Woolworths, bought with my pocket money, a huge emerald ring set in 24 karat brass and sent my finger green every time I put it on.

So my love affair with books, books and more books began in the book poverty of my childhood and I learnt not to take gold at face value. I think I'll go and rest the toe and rifle through the treasures. Christmas present to me, you ask? Two huge books on the jewells of the Romanov Royal Family. I tell you there was a reason they wore whalebone corsets, they would have toppled over with the weight of the gold and diamonds otherwise. One nasty snippet was the fact that one of my favourite tiaras was snaffled by Imelda Marcos, pearls before swine. She probably hung her shoes on it.


Jayne said...

I have a shedload to share with you, soonish, get reading!
*looks at Picaninny Walkabout and The Queen's Visit on the bookshelves in the loungeroom*

Kath Lockett said...

I hope your toe gets better soon - best excuse to slake that book hunger of yours!

River said...

You need a "Book Seat". I have one, it's great for holding the book up and open. I'll email you the picture I took of it.

I remember my first couple of paychecks were spent on knickers and socks and for the first time in my life I had enough. No more wash one set while wearing the other.

I prefer murder mystery forensic fiction to books about jewellery and stuff. Historical novels I like too, as long as there's a story entwined with the history lesson.

JahTeh said...

Jayne, funny that, I have two bags full of books for you. Picaninny Walkabout is so cringeworthy now and I remember being so disappointed that it wasn't a big book.

Kath, it's really terrible, I can't do any exercise, I'm gutted.
I am moving the entire house around in little bits between chapters. It's called the 'think then move' method.

River, we have the same tastes but not in authors. I love John Connelly (not Micheal) who writes a very dark mythological murder mystery. I have three books and will get the fourth about the 'Happy Valley' crowd in Kenya. All different authors but biographies of the main players then I'll read them together. Gives a better feel for the time and were they into the sex, drugs and booze.

Brian Hughes said...

"...it's a book that can only be read once."

You're being way too generous there, Witchy.

R.H. said...

I buy books just because they're unusual. For instance there's: The History of the YWCA, which I found at Footscray Savers. I got a lot of strange books there. Unfortunately they're now savvy to this sort of book and are holding them back. It's the same with everything else there.
The non-literary Laverton trash market, dirty old burg, is about the last good place for a bargain. I bought 'Vital Connections' there (history of the Board of Works) just as a novelty, and found it fascinating.
My first little book was called: The Taxi That Hurried.

JahTeh said...

MiLord, it wasn't a bad first read, I just wish it had been illustrated and I wouldn't have had to keep rushing to my art books for the paintings. It made a worse movie.

Robbert, little op shop in Mentone is great for books, I just have to remember not to pick up one I've just donated.

R.H. said...

Thank you Miss Jahteh.
It's Lord Rochester now, but you may call me Robbert.


Andrew said...

So you are not of the club who have not read The Da Vinci Code. Never mind. Bio of Finch-Hatton,Out of Africa bloke might be interesting.

JahTeh said...

Robbert, Lord Rochester was a hellrake, womaniser, drunkard but brilliant poet. Your new name is well chosen

Andrew, another one who would have it off with anything that stood still long enough.

R.H. said...



How dare you!


Middle Child said...

I had one book that was mine as a child and I won that - it was Rold Bolderwood's "Robbery Under Arms". The town library has one book case for kids, and the school about what yours had - I was hungry for books - I have a whole room full of books, two boxes of unreads - and these are now spilling out onto an old desk I have - and I love being in this room