I read a few books while in Italy. And here they are.
The Psychopath Test, Jon Ronson As always Ronson makes me snark and snigger and this time turns his attention to the thorny subject of psychopaths in society. Who are they? How can you spot them? Is it true that all CEOs are psychopaths? What about scary Tony in Broadmoor, he of the American Psycho suits and assurances that he's only pretending to be psychopathic? What about the test that tells you in 30 easy questions whether your ex is, in fact, a psycho just like you thought all along? All of these questions are, well, totally not answered but tonnes of food for thought. Take a look in the mirror, maybe we're all psychopaths underneath it all.
How to Be a Woman, Caitlin Moran The first time I came across Caitlin Moran was when she was hosting an early 90s show called Naked Lunch. It was, as she says in her book, like The Word without all the scallys eating pubic hair and snogging grannies. In fact, it was so much like The Word that I totally thought that's what she used to host until I read this. This is about reclaiming feminism as a word women should use and use proudly. She's funny and totally nails the awfulness of growing up. We're exactly the same age and, well, completely not the same in any other way but I feel an affinity with her. We were both goth girls in the early 90s. Course when I was necking K cider and trying LSD, Caitlin was already working at Melody Maker at the age of 16. I'm not jealous. At all. Read this book, whether you're a man or a woman. Highly highly recommended.
An Idiot Abroad: The Travel Diaries of Karl Pilkington I love Karl Pilkington. I love Ricky Gervais. The inevitable backlash has dented his once solid reputation as comic genius, but I love him. I love his podcasts and his stand up. And I love the character they've created between them for Karl to play. The diary is exactly like the show, there are no extras but it was ace holiday reading. Bless him and his perfectly spherical head.
The Dukan Diet, Dr Pierre bloody Dukan Don't eat anything nice at all and you will be thin says some French doc. Currently on Day 3 of his miracle diet and am battling the mother of all headaches. So, yeah, don't buy this book. Just to make me feel a smidge better. Kthx.
Heartless, Book 4 of The Parasol Protectorate, Gail Carriger I found this series by accident last year. I was attracted to the pretty lady in the victorian dress on the cover. I think this is steam punk, but I've never been too sure what that is. It's funny though and set in the 19th century in an alternate universe filled with vampires, werewolves and the soulless one. Christ, that sounds awful doesn't it? It's not though, it's fun and nicely done.
Flying Without Fear, Captain Keith Godfrey I basically can't fly anywhere without this book. I don't even read it most of the time but I like to have it. I don't like flying. Now, if you knew me, you'd know that that is a major step forward. A few months ago I would have said: I hate flying. I'm not going and you can't make me. But three holidays this year has eased it a little. Plus valium, natch.
Sick Notes, Dr Tony Copperfield I think this might be that ginger doctor who sometimes turns up on panel shows and comedy programmes. Do you know the one I mean? If I could be arsed I'd google him, but I just can't. Anyway, he's a GP, he loves the NHS but hates the way it's run, and he's quite funny.