I was sleepily looking through the new posts of the wonderful blogs I follow yesterday morning and I stumbled across this and thought I would give it a go! Now I’m not particularly good at staying to the rules with challenges like this so expect a few alterations but I am going to try and finish this challenge!
SO… firstly my favorite book I read last year. So here comes the confession I have the worst memory and cannot remember every single book I read last year, ( I mean come on) but this is a book that I read last year and reviewed in April after I started this blog; so I might have forgotten my favorite from last year but this one is a definite gem and you can read my review right on this blog under the reviews section on the very first page!
Drum roll please……. A week in December by Sebastian Faulks!
Just writing this has made me want to pick it up again and dive straight in all over again. ‘A week in December,’ is so nakedly a diagnosis of Britain’s current woes, from the hazards of walking down to the shops to, of course, the credit crunch. The cast of the book cover such a diverse spread of society the evil financier, the barrister, the entrepreneur, the MP, the suicide bomber, the stoner, the footballer, the glamour model, the literary critic & the Tube driver. The description is brilliant and the characters are full bodied and easy to imagine. At one point Veal’s son Finn a product of the sins of the 21st century high on skunk sinks his teeth into a sugar dusted doughy pizza, his head filled with the fumes of drugs and junk food as he slumps in front of ‘It’s Madness’ each night; a reality TV show that exploits those with mental health problems. The activities of the ‘Barking Bungalow’ clearly parallel those of the Big Brother house.
The book follows the lives of these different and diverse characters with the plot lines, stories and feelings merging as the plot continues. Overall I loved this book the satire, and the every day life of living in London. The cynical style of writing creates a number of hilarious moments however it is laced with woe and worry for the future of society.
“From Havering to Holland Park, from Forest Hill to Ferrers End, from Upminster to Parsons Green, the individuals would shortly leave their flats and houses, fragrant and hopeful, bang the doors, and go like invisible cells into the bloodstream of the city…”