I ache in odd places after yesterday's cleaning, unless I just ache from the mug. Plans for trimming hedge and cutting up dead wood branches have been put on hold.
Dante, La Vita Nuova
Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion
Lee, The Winter Players
Yoshimoto, Hard-boiled/ Hard luck
Vine, The Chimney Sweeper's Boy
Brennan, A Natural History of Dragons
Vine, No Night Too Long
Ackroyd, Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem
Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces
Jones, The Spellcoats
Jones, Drowned Ammett
Jones, Cart and Cwidder
Jones, The Crown of Dalemark
I suppose the Campbell counts as my Bg Read of the month, but remain annoyed that I didn't finish Cellini. Who is now out of jail and right back to murdering people accidentally-on-purpose. So much for religion.
Reading challenge-wise, I'm up and over on most categories except Chinese Diaspora and Chinese Mainland. Only one in the former, unless library books count; none at all in the latter. Possibly because translated Chinese is pale-as-water and uncongenial. I picked up an ancient pocketbook of 'Popular Chinese tales' from the Wee Free, which are classic ancient stories translated and umm 'retold' ie often enough, given happy endings where in the original the woman involved killed herself or was murdered or whatever; and in general, where the protagonist's emotions are stated in colourful language where in the original, I suspect, a more prosaic form was used. Parallel being Japanese bad language where we have fifteen different expressions (if not more) for what the Japanese will express as kono yaroo!