This will be my first Kate Atkinson read. I got it as a gift after I’d been purposefully avoiding it in bookshops (in spite of knowing it had won the Costa Award).
The truth is, I’ve got mixed feelings about Costa winning books. I really liked Small Island and Bring Up the Bodies, but Pure was just like, meh. So I guess I was waiting to learn a bit more about Life After Life before I actually got it for myself. Not to mention that I was also a little put off by the cover, which for some dumb reason reminds me of the Twilight ones. I know I know, I’m infinitely superficial and don’t even deserve the privilege to get my filthy fingers on a Twilight book. And I’m sure it comes as quite the surprise that me of all people, a born and bred vampire sympathizer, am not that much into Twilight. Oh well, stranger things have happened I’d think.
I could, of course, blab about Twilight forever, but let’s not forget that this post is in fact meant to be about Atkinson’s book.
My pretty much brand new laptop died a sudden, painful (for me, at least!) death yesterday, so I drowned my sorrow in books and managed to finish Dear Life, which I immediately followed with about 50 pages from Life After Life. I do like it, but I’ve got this bad feeling that this business of telling the same story over and over again slightly tweaked each time might get a bit boring after a while. We’ll see.
Dear Life was quite a nice little book, really. A few stories in particular were absolutely beautiful, and I think Munro might just have hooked me up on short stories as a genre again. I am on a hunt for more of her writing, trying oh so hard not to click that Amazon purchase button for now, while I’ve still got such a huge book pile to deal with.