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reading: five books that are going on my 'to read' list.

I have spoken before about how my list of books to read is huge, and ever growing. This week for Friday's Fabulous Five, I thought I'd share five books which have recently gone on the list. Perhaps I can make your list grow too?!

1. First up is Mrs Miniver by Jan Struther, as recommeded on A Good Read back in March 2015. This is a really old book, but I've not read it yet, even though there was a Virago version and I used to read EVERYTHING from Virago! Have you read it yet?

2 Next up, and I don't know how it got on the list, but it looks good is The Wilder Shores of Love by Lesley Blanch. This is pretty old too, but fascinating, telling tales from Lesley's life. It's reviewed in the Telegraph here. Lesley died in 2007, aged 103, and having packed a lot in. Literally.

3. Also from A Good Read (I should stop listening to that programme) is The Village Against the World by Dan Hancox (they talk about it at about 10 minutes in). This is about Marinaleda in Spain, a village with a charismatic mayor and communist ideals. 

4. I am madly in love with Amanda Palmer, and want to give her money, so I'm planning on buying her book, The Art of Asking. I love this TED talk she did on the topic, and also suffer from the fear of asking, so I reckon I've got a lot to learn.


5. This last one is pesky I'm afraid, because it's not actually finished yet (and it's not George RR Martin, The Winds of Winter will bypass the list). The Alchemist by MK Robinson has been highlighted as 'one to watch' on the Authonomy blog from Harper Collins, and it tells the story of Minnow, for whom things look pretty dreadful. You can read the first four chapters here.

What's gone on your book list lately?

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