I started to read Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter last night. I’ve wanted to read one of her novels for a while now.
I joined my local library last week. I’ve lived in Glasgow for over six years and never considered joining a library until now. I have no idea why. I practically lived at the library when I still lived with my parents. I guess I was in a position when I moved to Glasgow to buy the books I wanted. Until I get a job I can’t afford to buy books so joining a library offers the perfect solution.
I also want to broaden my reading horizons and be a bit more diverse. Using a library means I don’t need to spend money on books I might not like and waste money. Nights at the Circus is one of the first books I checked out the library.
I won’t be reading a Stephen King novel for a few weeks. I have too many other things I need to read before the end of October (I need to finish Wonderland by Joyce Carol Oates and the Raymond Carver collection of stories I’m working through, I need to read Nights at the Circus and the other book I got out the library, I have a book to read for a creative writing class I started last week at Glasgow University and I have the next book for my Book Group to read).