
Another quieter month on the reading front due to struggling with Bram Stoker's
Dracula for just over a fortnight. I absolutely love the film adaptation, but couldn't get into the book at all. I'd read ten pages and then either fall asleep or find something
better to do - like clean the toilet. Many of the one star reviews on the Amazon film page have been left by people who were unhappy that it's so unlike the book. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm so familiar with the film, but for me the book seems to lack
passion - I didn't feel anything at all. The only part I did like was the way the ship's journey to England was described. Also, I couldn't help but read Jonathan Harker's journal entries in Keanu Reeves' god-awful "English" accent, but that's not Bram Stoker's fault.
The month began with two relationship self-help type books, which I was sceptical and slightly embarrassed about reading. However, I'd definitely recommend
It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken to anybody who has been ditched - or if you've broken up with someone and aren't sure if you've made the right decision or not. If only someone had told me to read this back in November..
My favourite book of the month was
Goodbye Sarajevo. A friend visited at the beginning of March and left behind her paperback copy for me to read, and I'm annoyed that I read so many books I disliked before picking this up. My excuse is that I prefer to read on my Kindle, so a
real book seems like too much effort. It's the fifth book I've read centred around the siege in Sarajevo. The book was written by two sisters - the younger sister, Hana, who left Bosnia on one of the last buses leaving for Croatia, and the elder sister, Atka, who stayed behind.
The worst book I read was
The Silver Linings Playbook. I'd like to see the film, so I decided to buy the book and read that first. I
absolutely hated it. It reminded me a lot of
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, which is one of my least favourite books I've ever read. It's so repetitive, I dislike the writing style, and there's TOO MUCH American football. To me the book reads more like someone with Aspergers rather than one suffering mental health problems following a breakdown.
On the whole, I feel disappointed with the books I chose to read in May.