I'm off on holiday tomorrow. All my clothes are packed and all that's left to go in is cosmetics and my phone charger. I should hopefully have plenty of room to bring back oodles of chocolate which, let's face it, is the top priority.
I've packed my secondary world fantasy novel (The Magician's Apprentice by Trudi Canavan) in my hand luggage. I have been contemplating bringing along the primary world one I'm currently reading (Curse by Andrew Neiderman). Despite my resolution at the beginning of the week, I've not managed to complete the measly task of reading one more book for uni. I'm only about six chapters in.
Responsible Me says I should take Curse to France and at least read some more, even if I don't finish it. Non-Responsible Me says if I haven't read it this week, as I was intending to, I'm unlikely to find the motivation when I'm on holiday. I will probably be too busy trying to ignore the inevitable rain and wishing my badly-glued boots didn't have so many holes in them. I will be wanting to read about the Magician's Apprentice, which after ten pages already had me hooked. I will not be wanting to read lots more descriptions in Curse of the main female character's breasts.
Curse, copious boob descriptions aside, isn't a bad book. It's interesting and is different to most of the other primary world books I've read so far. I'm glad I picked it up and I think it will be useful for my dissertation, either the creative part or the much-feared essay. The fact remains, however, that it is for uni. Uni is stressing me out at the moment. I do not want to be stressed on holiday. Holidays are for chocolate, croissants and pain au chocolat.
I'm sorry Andrew Neiderman, but Curse is staying at home.