New books and a wearable mountain

I had never heard of Nicola Barker, but a random Tweet led to a Guardian article, and that led to me ordering this book. And like many good second hand books, it came with evidence of the previous reader, a French wifi card access card used as a bookmark.


I am currently re-reading Dr Faustus, and thought I’d get a bigger biography of Marlowe than the usual few pages at the beginning of his works, that basically amount to ‘Dodgy geezer, could have been a spy, got stabbed in the head.’ Not a whole lot is known about him, many of the personality traits and moral beliefs conferred upon him are from what has read into his work, but this book also includes large amounts of the general religious and political history of the time. But almost everyone loves a bit of Queenie and plague, the usual creepy woodcuts and double-page maps, so it’s keeping me entertained.


And finally, I’m gonna stray into the other area this blog occasionally nods at, knitting. After a disastrous (wasteful, expensive) attempt to knit a jumper when I was about 18, I swore from that day on I’d only knit actual clothes for people who were too small to walk or feed themselves. However, I really want an Icelandic jumper, and they can easily cost £150. Saving money is a great motivation, and I found the wool I wanted for £45, in exactly the colours I wanted.

I found the following free pattern on Ravelry-


And the idea for my colour scheme came to me while walking up Bennachie, and I decided I would like to look like heather, trees and stone. When the wool arrived (in a handy, complimentary drawstring netting bag) I felt the kind of joy that only baby animals, books, castles, stationery, and yarn can bestow.


It’s times like this when I see how my old (divorced) maid existence could really be livened up by spending my elderly cat lady years owning a yarn shop (as let’s face it, my generation are going to be about 75 before we get a pension), or maybe, solving crimes. Or, solving crime from my yarn shop. And maybe even solving crimes from my yarn shop using clues found in second hand books. And, for a bit of variety, I could get tangled up in other town’s crimes while away at yarn fairs (see Jessica Fletcher’s book tours for proof of how this can happen).