Jaydee5

...the Da Vince Code It entertained me but won't be a "most memorable" book.

What have you read that will always be a favourite?

STi-Frenchie

Not the Da Vinci code, that's for sure. I got bored with it about halfway through...started well but then seemed to get bogged down.

I'm just getting into Brad Meltzer's books and am reading "The Millionaires" at the moment -- fast paced, lively, and much better than I expected.

Freddy Forsyth's "The Avenger" was a good recent read for me. Deaver's "Bone Collector" (I've yet to see the film) was very good too, and for something a bit more factual, Tony Thompson's "Gangs: A journey into the Heart of the British Underworld" was quite an entertaining read.

NotoriousREV

Enjoyed the Da Vinci code but not the best book ever.

I've just read The Salmon of Doubt, a collection of Douglas Adams' work and the first few chapters of what would have been the 3rd Dirk Gently novel.

My favourite recent-ish book is probably The Black House by Stephen King and er, wossname, thingy, you know, him with the name.

little-ginge

The Famous Five..

Seriously I go for Biographies cause I am a nosy moo.. a few of my favourites are Billy Connolly, & Frank SKinner..


absoltuely hilarious but moving at the same time.. i keep re-reading them and still find something new to laugh at..

Jaydee5

Thank you..I have a few authors there to check out


Not sure about wossisname

And i still have a whole set of Famous Five L-G

For what it's worth..a book i enjoyed is Green River Rising by Tim Willocks

Hanslow

I got completely hooked on the Necroscope saga by Brian Lumley. There are about 13 books in the series so kept me going for a bloody long time. Will always be up there in my favourites. Can't recall which one was actually my favourite though

STi-Frenchie

Another author whose books I don't hesitate to buy is James Patterson. Short chapters big on thrills.

Apparition

Will always remember Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet and Sarum by Edward Rutherfurd, both long sagas but had a great impact on me. Shall re-read them one day.

bigsinky

try reading the "Wheel of Time" saga. 15 volumes and it still aint finished. cracking reads though.

cheers

sinky

Jaydee5

Thanks again people


Sounds daft to get excited but the best books i've ever read have always been recommended I

Alas

Porno by Irvine Welsh. If you've not seen Trainspotting then read the book before you read Porno. Absolutely hilarious in a most un PC way

ame-cool

Green River Rising by Tim Willocks.......You have to read it, it's a must!

Ame

Just looked back, and you've already read it! Ooops!

NeilT

Tom Clancys 'Rainbow Six' for me, alongside Mark Burnells 'The Rhythm Section' both top books, oh and The Feathermen - Ranulph Fiennes

Neil

Jap2Scrap

Try "The DIrt" the Motley Crue biography.. If that doesn't make you go "oh my God!" a few times, nothing will. Very well written with some subjects covered independantly by different band members giving more than one perspective on an incident. It's really very good.

BeverleyJM

Written by Alice Sebold, and its called The Lovely Bones. Its about a girl who is murdered, and its written by her while she is in heaven.
It was the most fascinating, gripping book I have ever read, and for the last half a dozen pages, I sobbed and sobbed.

Jaydee5

Thanks again folk...really appreciate the input


Dead pleased i have some different directions to go

brickboy

Extract from Crue's "The Dirt":

Tommy Lee, drummer

The 1987 Girls, Girls, Girls tour was the raddest time I ever had in my life, or at least I think it was, because nothing stands out but a blur of insanity. We had a huge-*** jet, we had endless cash, and we could do whatever we wanted. We partied like clockwork, bro.

For a while, we even had this drug kingpin following the tour bus in an exotic Excalibur with a licence plate that said: DEALER. Whenever we got out of the bus, he would suddenly appear with his diamond-packed Rolex, gold chains and a token couple of bitches on each arm, throwing bundles of coke to everyone in the band and crew. He was the pimpest drug dealer ever and he always had his party hat on. But the record company flipped out and told us he had to go because he was a magnet for cops and trouble. We were sorry to see him leave, but dealers and pimps and partied-out freaks were a dime a dozen on that tour.

Every day was a battle between a band bent on destruction and a record company determined to keep us in check. And we may have won the battle, but we lost the war. It was the last tour of its kind for us. And, to paraphrase [US comic] Stephen Wright, it didn't go something like this. It went exactly like this...

5pm-6.30pm: Phone rings. Wake up. Remember nothing. Answer phone. Struggle through interview with radio disc jockey or newspaper reporter. If alone in bed, fine. If not alone in bed, that's fine too. If necessary to puke during interview, cover receiver with hand and puke on floor. If there are people passed out on floor, try not to get any on them. If interview is longer than 15 minutes, open door for room service. Eat unless too sick to eat. Throw up again. Finish interview.

6.30pm-6.45pm: Baggage call. Knock on door. Bellboy retrieves suitcases, which have not been opened since bellboy last dropped them off in room. Put on clothes from previous night. Spend 10 minutes searching for sunglasses.

6.45pm-7pm: Wander out of room. Find lobby. See band. Say: "Hey, dude, how about last night?" "That was ****ing fun." "Yeah." Find van or limo transportation to the gig.

7pm-8pm: Arrive at venue. Sound check. Nurse hangover backstage. Submit dinner order. Get massage to remove some toxins from system. Drink. Listen to music. Hang out. Come back to life. Meet record and radio creeps. Listen to them ask: "Don't you remember pissing on that cop car?" Answer honestly: "Um, no."

8pm-9.15pm: Drink or snort cocaine with opening act when they come offstage.

9.15pm-9.20pm: Production manager gives five-minute call. Lift weights backstage to get pumped up and sweat out toxins. Production manager yells: "Showtime!"

9.20pm-10pm: Try to get into the groove onstage. Play All in the Name Of..., Live Wire and Dancing on Glass.

10pm-11pm: Blood begins to flow. Adrenalin kicks in. Play Looks That Kill, Ten Seconds to Love, Red Hot, Home Sweet Home and Wild Side, and play them well. Split fifth of whiskey with Nikki during bass and drum solo. Backstage, Vince washes sleeping pill down with beer; Mick drinks glass of straight vodka and smiles because he thinks he has the rest of the band fooled into believing it's plain water.

11pm-11.15pm: Finish show with Helter Skelter and Girls, Girls, Girls. Walk offstage hyperventilating. Grab oxygen mask. Stare at untouched dinner.

11.15pm-11.45pm: Wait for someone to ask: "Anybody got a line?" Cut up drugs. Snort drugs. Change from sweaty stage leathers back into sweaty street leathers. Find hospitality room. Meet fans. Watch rest of band hunt for human entertainment. Consider partaking. Go to production office. Call Heather [Locklear, Lee's girlfriend at the time].

11.45pm-midnight: Ask management for permission to stay in city. Beg management for permission to stay in city. Accuse them of purposely making band travel to next town during the only hours when bars and strip clubs are open. Attempt to punch them when they confirm accusation. Get in van or limo for airport.

Midnight-3am: Arrive at airport. Wait for Vince to finish with girl in airport bathroom. Meet drug dealers on tarmac. Board Gulfstream plane with black leather interior. Find designated seat. Make sure stewardess has laid out correct drugs and drink on each meal tray. For Nikki, white wine and zombie dust - a mix of Halcion, a nervous system sedative, and cocaine, a nervous system stimulant which, when consumed, keeps body awake but shuts brain off. For Vince, sleeping pill. For Mick, vodka. For me, cocktail and zombie dust.

3am-4am: Arrive in new city. If city laws allow establishments to serve alcohol until

4am, ask local record company representative distance to nearest strip club. Groan when he says: "Forty-five minutes." Ask if record company planned it that way. Threaten violence when he confirms accusation. Tell limo driver to take band there anyway.

4am-9am: Arrive at the hotel. Look for drugs and alcohol in lobby. If none, tell road manager to bring drugs and alcohol to room. Drink. Do drugs. Go on rampage in room, on roof, or in parking lot. Get caught. Get locked in room or handcuffed to bed by road manager. Yell. Scream. Threaten jobs. Shoot up heroin alone.

9am-5pm: Sleep. Phone rings. Wake up. Remember nothing. Repeat cycle.

Markus

Ah books, I do like books

I've just finished re-reading Iain M Banks' Feersum Endjinn and The Player of Games Both very good. I'm now re-reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I'll re-read Pheonix after, just to get me up to speed for Half Blood Prince when it comes out.

Also grabbed a copy of Going Postal by Terry Pratchett, as I'm getting back into the Discworld novels, having recently read Theif of Time, The Truth, and The Fifth Elephant.

I'm also going to be reading some more Tom Clancy. I'd always wanted to read The Hunt For Red October so as to compare it to the film (as usual, much better than the film) and I've got Patriot Games and Clear and Present Danger to read, as well as a few others whose titles I cannot recall right now.

All I need now is some more Iain Banks, and a bit of William Gibson