Totally random picture that has nothing to do with the post, it just makes me laugh.
It has not been a good start to the year with books. I have been in a reading slump that seems to have lasted about a year so far. It's annoying - I have so many books that I want to read, but I just can't seem to give any of them my attention for more than a few minutes. I'm shamelessly padding my challenge list with comics - I READ THEM. THEY ARE BOOKS.
2. Kick Me - Paul Feig. I've read this before a few years ago, but as I've said many times, I have the memory of a goldfish and can re-read books every couple of years without remembering much about them. Paul Feig created what is probably my all-time favourite TV show (it's either that one or Twin Peaks, I can't choose definitively), and seems to have used quite a lot of his own life for the basis of the show. This is a sweet, funny childhood memoir about a kid who was a nerd before nerds were cool. I'm not a huge fan of most memoirs, because so many of them are just churned out to cash in on someone's 15 minutes, but this low key set of anecdotes is just gorgeous. I can't recommend it highly enough.
3-9. The Walking Dead Books One to Nine - Robert Kirkman et al. I've been banging on about the TV show to anyone who will listen, and despite its flaws I'm still absolutely adoring it and hang out eagerly every week for the next episode. I read the first of these books and was a bit meh about it, because I'm not overly a fan of comic books in general, and the animation is (deliberately) ugly, which didn't appeal to me. However, I found myself getting sucked into the story and spent a week or two devouring about 8 or 9 years' worth of them.
10. Spent: Memoirs of a Shopping Addict - Avis Cardella. This is a really tedious book about an aimless woman who drifted from one quasi-glamourous job to the next, latching on to a series of wealthy men to help pay for her fashion addiction, which she describes in excruciating detail. Yet another book that proves that just because you can write an enthusiastic blurb in a glossy chick mag about the latest Dior, it doesn't make you a writer.