In February I treated myself to a Cybook for my birthday and wonder why on earth I waited so long to invest in an E-reader – I simply love it ! I had listened to different opinions on ereaders (with some people wondering if it wouldn’t detract from the pleasure of reading, not having real paper pages to turn) and I can honestly say that reading on a screen takes away none of the pleasure. When the book is good, you don’t even realise you’re not holding a real book and I am well and truly smitten.
I still haven’t taken the plunge and actually bought any books to download – at the moment I have more than enough to keep me happy with books that are in the Public Domain. And it is a great opportunity to re-read some of those Classics or discover others that I should have read and never did.
To date, I have read “There Must Be Murder” by Margaret Sullivan (a modern sequel to “Northanger Abbey”) . . . which naturally led me to re-read Austen’s “Northanger Abbey” immediately afterwards lol. Next was “Agnes Grey” by Anne Brontë (never read before but thoroughly enjoyed it, even if I wanted to shake Agnes throughout – but I think that’s what the author wanted). I have just finished reading what is probably one of my all-time favourites in English literature “The Mayor of Casterbridge” by Thomas Hardy.
I remember watching the BBC televised series of that in the late 70s, with Alan Bates in the title role – which promptly spurred me on to read the novel – I must have been about 14 at the time and became a Hardy fan overnight. Now THAT is what I call literature – even when you’ve read the book several times, it’s still a gripping tale and Henchard’s Last Will and Testament had me in tears, as always (photo of my rather dog-eared sorry looking paperback) 
little quote for those of you who know (or those of you don’t)
“That Elizabeth-Jane Farfrae be not told of my death, or made to grieve on account of me. & that I be not bury’d in consecrated ground. & that no sexton be asked to toll the bell. & that nobody is wished to see my dead body. & that no murners walk behind me at my funeral. & that no flours be planted on my grave. & that no man remember me. To this I put my name. Michael Henchard”
After one I know, I’m now reading an author I didn’t know, with “The Circular Staircase” by Mary Roberts Rinehart. Lots of mysterious noises in the middle of the night, and a clock that stops ticking at 3am . . . perhaps a little dated as “suspense” stories go, but I’m loving it lol. 