And some not so good books...

Tried to read "The Wasp Factory" by Iain Banks, but got maybe 5-6 pages in and lost interest. Basically the plot as I guessed it is this (written in first person of main character - say this out loud in weasely high pitched voice for full effect):
"Oh I'm such an outcast/psychopath/wierdo - let me freak you out by alluding, in a way that I think is really cunning, that I did some REALLY BAD THINGS, but first I'll let you know in dribs and drabs how unconventional my life is and how abusive my father was to our family, then I'll let you know what I did in the last few pages of the book so you have to read to the end".
Humble apologies to anyone who has read and like it. We'll just have to agree to disagree.

Read "A Month of Sundays: how to go travelling withough leaving home" by James O'Loghlin. The plan was to read it to get inspiration about places to go in Sydney while my husband was on leave for 6 or so weeks, and we had time to hang out, and go places we'd never been before together. Kept reading... a few places of interest mentioned... lots of bits about the author's middle class Canberran upbringing... bits he didn't like about his career as a criminal lawyer... Got near the end of the book, and was wishing there were a few more places of interest to me that he might suggest and review.
Then got to the epilogue, and I quote: "This isn't one of those books where the aim is to encourage you to go where the author went. In fact, if you do that you may be missing the point." Bummer. Should have mentioned that at the start of the book. The point of the book (that you never know what's less than an hour from your door if you just take the time to look!) wasn't interesting enough to resonate with me at all, as I've always been the type of person who likes exploring the city they're living in. I actually was looking for a kind of guide book for my city, in a novel form, but instead got stories of places that were kind of boring, middle class Canberra, and career crises.