Just a quick note to say: I've finally read One Day. It was ok. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be - though the ending is awful. It's a page turner, I can see why it sold well, and I do think it'd make for a good film (maybe I'll get round to that in 2013). I finally read it after reading a bit of Nick Hornby praise on the cover - and yes, there are some Hornbyesque bits to it (as inevitably there will be if you take two people in their early twenties in the early to mid nineties, one of whom is a bloke who presents a pop music show, the other of whom is a hot woman he fancies). Bloody awful cover, still, and the film cover is no better. Working in a bookshop has taught me that people who say ''Oooh, I really enjoyed The Help'' and ''Oh my god, you just have to read Shantaram! It's totally amazing!'' aren't really readers - and the same is true of people who love this book, I think. I've compared my views with a few other people - no-one can get must higher than acknowledging that's it's alright, and one person said to me recently: ''I must annotate my copy with all the reasons it is terrible so that I will remember them''.
Roll on 2011.
