I was a bit of a slacker this Christmas. I didn't read anything, tried to stay off the internet (impossible) and, instead, watched a lot of very, very bad films. I think 'The Holiday' was a particular low point, so it's probably for the best that my family gave me a few books for Christmas (and my housemates are back soon to wrestle the remote control off me).
Here's my post-holiday reading:
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
One of my other presents was a trip to Paris, so it's kind of lucky that I also got this book, which is a memoir of Hemingway's time there in the Twenties.
And The Heart Says Whatever by Emily Gould.
Gould's a brilliant, callously funny New York writer and I can't wait to read her collection of short stories.
From Those Wonderful Folks That Gave You Pearl Harbor by Jerry della Femina.
Another memoir (2011's theme, perhaps?), this time about the advertising world in the Fifties and Sixties, from Mad Men's authenticity advisor. I'm on the first chapter and, so far, it's pleasingly rude.
Role Models by John Waters.
Another rude one, but then what else would you expect from John Waters? Role Models is a series of portraits of people who inspire him - think insane martyrs and Tennessee Williams.
Luella's Guide to English Style by Luella Bartley.
I think anyone with a vague interest in fashion or the English got this for Christmas! It's a big, meaty manual about why we dress how we do. Vintage Marianne Faithfull and the Horrors as style heroes? Yes please.
What are you reading?