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I really have to say that I am pleased with it. The eight part series started streaming before Christmas I think, but it was during the time off that I managed to see it all. On the subject of magic and monsters, a more entertaining waste of time is The Witcher on Netflix.

It was entertaining, I’ll give it that, but I keep wondering if I would have been happier rereading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell instead? (The answer is “yes”.) While it is absolutely in the genre of “Dark academia” it didn’t deliver for me in the end despite demons, murderers and posh kids on coke (and they are the real monsters am I right?!). More than one person has thought it would be like a mash-up of Bardugos previous works and The Secret History and I see why someone would think that.

There is, finally, a bit of financial stability and a full belly. It does make you think a little of Harry Potter, doesn’t it? All of a sudden your abilities are explained and appreciated. She gets recruited, and given the opportunity of a better life, by going to an Ivy league school and joining the secret society that polices the supernatural activities of all the other houses. The plot revolves around Alex, former drug addict with the rare ability to see ghosts. Or at least a little something like Crooked Kingdom and Six of Crows by Bardugo to keep me happy. To that end I picked up Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo which I had hoped would be enough like The All souls-trilogy to keep me entertained. Not only is it a great time to conquer Russian classics (especially if there is snow outside) but I really long for fantasy or things that have what I refer to as a “matiné-vibe” classic adventure stories, good bad TV and the like.

Reading around the holidays for me has a slightly different feel. I’ve done that too much already these last few months. There is that one book that I have started, but that I’m sooo not in the mood for and so I won’t push myself. In any case, I entered 2020 with very little literary baggage. I guess my endless talk about reading the books I had at home was heard loud and clear (there was also a slight difference in how presents were given so that might also have something to do with it). I got a cookbook, but that doesn’t count (maybe it would have counted had it had a literary theme but it didn’t). Unlike for pretty much every Christmas I can remember, I did not get any books as gifts this time.