Brennig Jones (and friends)

So.

If one returns to my original post regarding my book-challenge for 2010, one may or may not notice that the list has possibly been tampered with.

Damn those book fairies.

Anyway.

I have had the satisfaction of striking through a couple of the titles.

Sadly, this has not diminished the list due to the fact that I have added more titles to it.

So I read the Martine McCutcheon book.

I know, I know.  Celebrity writers and all that.  But she wrote it herself, and it’s pure chick-lit.  Lots of name-dropping in terms of labels and costly brands, ridiculous and contrived storyline. I devoured it.

I usually hate the idea of those celeb books – Kerry Katona, Katie Price all those chavs – but I heard this on Simon Mayo’s Books Podcast (RIP Books Podcast…), and the panel didn’t completely tear it apart, and Ms McCutcheon defended herself quite well on points that were raised.  So I thought, why not?  It’s all research, innit?

And it must be quite well-written, because I quite enjoyed it, really.  And was impressed with the outcome, no matter how unbelievable.

I also read the collection of short stories called ‘Water’ that I got for Christmas.  I won’t review all of the stories, but I really enjoyed them.  Some were excerpts from forthcoming books, and all were written by well-known, excellent writers.

The problem with this is, it has lengthened my book list.

One of the stories was by Michael Morpurgo, a children’s author who is super-popular and whom I have never read.  It was the beginning of his latest (I think) book, ‘Running Wild’.  That’s next(ish) on my list.  It was amazing – and because it was clearly building up to something, and finished just as that something was happening, I had to reserve the book (at my local library, dontcha know) so that I could find out what happens.

I always have to have the closure.

Anyway, that’s in the queue, because I am now alternating between ‘Divine By Mistake’ – poor pure (the ‘poor’ was a genuine typo – maybe my subconscious is telling me something) fantasy trash.  I love it – and ‘I Can Make You Thin’.

I bought the latter a while ago. Kind of dabbled with McKenna’s idea – it seemed simple enough.

But when I wasn’t supermodel thin by, I don’t know, a week, I just combined his ideas with all the others floating round in my head.

So what made me pick the book up yesterday?

I weighed myself in Boots.

I’m so glad the machine doesn’t shout out how much you weigh.

I’m heavier than I have ever been.  Ever.

So I am now a little more than determined.

Not going to make a big fuss and clear out cupboards and fill up the fruit bowl, because I just end up letting stuff go mouldy and wishing I had all the stuff I’d thrown away to commiserate with.

And, anyway, Paul says I should eat what I want – I may love him slightly.

OK, so it’s Day Two.  But, I am *really* trying to follow these new rules.  Not had one Pringle sandwich in those two days.  Not even one.  Not that this is a rule of Paul’s, but still, it can’t be good for one to eat so many Pringles in a week…can it?

So there we go.

And all this talk of food has made me hungry.

The first rule of McKenna Club? Eat when hungry.

OK then. *goes in search of food*