Do you ever struggle to remember which books you’ve read? Because I do. Quite a lot actually.
More than once I’ve opened a book, started to read and gotten quite far before going Wait, hold on, this is very familiar!?!
This time though, I cannot decide if I did read this book before and remember it all wrong, or if it just makes me think of another novel. No idea which.
And that is why it’s good to own book. Usually, you can tell by the book if it’s been read or not.
So not doing myself any favors by starting to use a streaming service for audiobooks. But that’s what I’ve done.
I’ve never been drawn to audiobooks. My reasons:
- I like the written word. Texts; big fan.
- The selection has up until now done nothing for me. I don’t do crime.
- It’s more expensive than Spotify. That makes no sense to me.
- I’m so very easily distracted.
But! The selection has improved, and I’m just about trying anything to get out of this reading slump. Even if I’m distracted, I’ll probably be able to listen to most of the book…? And, excellent company for when you’re out spazieren, which I do quite a lot now that it’s not winter.
Obvious first choice of book: a book by Johanne Hildebrandt called Fördömd [English: Damned] I somehow haven’t read yet. Maybe?
The story is basically a feminist take on Indiana Jones set in Sweden with a bit of The Exorcist thrown in for good measure. It’s a lovely read. Bonus points for including university drama.
Now. In my mind, I seem to recall one of the characters, who’s this goth type girl with a keen interest in demons. And I seem to remember having read a book where this character more or less accidentally summoned a demon for some stupid reason and then me being upset about this because it seemed like goth prejudice. Or something to that effect. I should ask my sister, because she was the poor unfortunate soul subjected to my rage, the way I remember it anyway.
It’s not what happens in this book though. But I could well be remembering it wrong.
Also. I kind of did fall asleep during the final fight so I’m not sure what happened. I would have rewinded, it’s just, it was the third time I fell asleep listening to the damned book and trying to figure out at what point I fell asleep turned out to be such a hassle.
The other two times I spent a significant time listening to parts I’d already listened to because I couldn’t remember at what point I became unconscious.
I knew that would happen.
I’ve already started a new book, Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? Fallen asleep twice. Not because it’s boring! Heavens no. It’s just I’m so damned tired but still thinking just a few minutes. Maybe I’ll get the hang of it. Eventually.
Either way. I think I’ll have to get a paper copy of Fördömd. It was that good.