Back from a wonderful holiday to Spain. Went by train from Waterloo to Paris on Eurostar then on the trenhotel overnight from Paris to Madrid. Quite an experience but not one I think we'd want to do again due to lack of sleep (it was too exciting for sleep!) which lead to us feeling like zombies the next day. We did get train-chocolates on the pillow left at night by the lovely men who turned down our bunk beds - pictured - while we were having dinner and free drinks.From Madrid's beautiful and stunning Atocha railway station, complete with its own rain forest, we took the AVE train and spent a few days in Seville before hiring a car and spending a week on the beach on the Costa de la Luz and no, I'm not telling you where we went because it's unspoilt without hardly any other Brits. Ooh, I'm such a holiday snob.
Anyway, here are the books I read while on my jollies this year:
Kate Atkinson - One Good Turn (fabulous).
Julie Burchill autobiography - I Knew I Was Right (ditto).
Patrick Hamilton - The Gorse Trilogy (three books in one, took almost a week to read, great stuff)
Tried to read Monica Ali's Alentjo Blue but got nowhere with it. Mind you, I'm probably the only person in the world who wasn't keen on her Brick Lane.
