Remember when we used to sing the old songs

I’m trying to do more of my own writing this month (surrounded by all these November novel types) and have, so far, achieved at least two paragraphs. My ratio of book written to book read obviously needs work. I have another two books I’ve finished but haven’t written about yet, as well, but they’re both really good and it takes me much longer to work out what to say about things I really enjoy, but haven’t read enough times to fully internalise.

( One Good Turn, Kate Atkinson. )

( Death in Berlin, MM Kaye. )