It’s been a while since I’ve really read anything at all. That’s a lie. I’ve been doing lots of reading but either I keep leaving books unfinished, (which is very unlike me; normally I read, even a book I’m hating, until the bitter end), or I’ve been rereading pleasant little books that require no effort or brain power to get through. Perhaps my mind has been too preoccupied with other things to be able to connect fully with a book recently. I’m not sure. Either way, I am now finally edging my way back into the world of literature.
Currently I am reading Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, which tells the story of the birth of the Antichrist and the end of the world. Being a huge fan of both authors, when I was given this book for Christmas, I knew immediately that it would be just my cup of tea. I’m now about half way through it and so far it has not let me down. It is a story packed full of witty observations on modern day life that leave me trying to smother a knowing smile when reading in public, or bursting out in unbridled laughter when in the privacy of my own home. Both Pratchett and Gaiman have such characteristic writing styles that, at times, I feel sure that I know which one has written which part. Pratchett, who took on the bulk of the novel, really shines through with his playful comments on life and zany sense of humor. I’m finding the book a great inspiration for my own writing, teaching me that I can really have fun with my writing, and the importance of letting my own personality and passions shine through, rather than attempting to write for someone or something else and ending up with something rather lacklustre, (which is the road I’ve been suspecting my writing has been travelling down for some time now).
So far I am seriously relishing reading Good Omens. So much so that I can waste no more of my time here and must sign off now to go and immediately delve back into it!