ten tiny shells

the shells need no explanation.

i have abandoned Serious Sweet.  57 pages in i knew it was a waste of my life to continue.  i could rant about all that's wrong with it but i won't bore you. nonetheless, nil points.

in the early hours of this morning (after a really disturbing nightmare*) i started The North Water by Ian McGuire - it's got me hooked and i'm a quarter way through it.

* i was lying in bed awake with the Mister fast asleep, and then he walked in and climbed over himself to get in beside me and it became clear that the person he climbed over was not him.  i yelled 'get out, get out' (which woke the Mister and the Radish up, as well as me), and the stranger looked like a dead man - 30 ish with rotting teeth.  i tried to get back to sleep but kept seeing castle walls with images picked out, lego like, in the stonework....and then a pretty young girl who opened her mouth which was full of darkness....i decided at that point to wake up and start reading the next book!

the next book is full of darkness.....
......spookeh!