This is a Fictional Friday post, where I review a book (but it might not always be fiction)
I’m officially finished university until the 7th of January 2013. Assuming we make it that far, with all this End of the World Being Nigh stuff going on.
The fact that the first thing I do after handing in my last essay is go to the gym, then write a blog post, speaks volumes. I also intend to finish a knitting project this weekend.
I thought I would celebrate my lack of university work by writing a post on – wait for it – a book I’m not studying. Hard-core, I know.
Last week was Book Week in Scotland, which I had hoped to write about but university work got in the way. My boss, however, did ask me to write something. There’s a magazine for the area of Glasgow I work in that asked every business to submit a paragraph on their favourite book, and I was asked to do this on behalf of the gallery I work in. I wrote a paragraph on Virginia Woolf’s Orlando, and it was published on-line and in print two Mondays ago.
Unfortunately, I can’t find it on-line, and don’t have a copy of what I wrote, so I’ll start over again for my lovely followers. Also, I intend to write more than a measly paragraph!