Life according to Literature

I discovered this lovely challenge on Catherine's blog and couldn't resist.
I believe that you're supposed to do this at the end of the year but never mind... 



Using only books you have read this year, answer these questions. 

Try not to repeat a book title. 



Describe yourself:  

The Colour of Magic (Terry Pratchett)



How do you feel: 

The Ship Between the Worlds (Julia Golding)

Describe where you currently live:  

A Room With a View (E.M. Forster)

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:  

Through the Looking-Glass (Lewis Carroll)



Your favourite form of transportation: 

The Little White Horse (Elizabeth Goudge)



Your best friend is:  

The Reluctant Assassin (Eoin Colfer)



You and your friends are: 

The Kings of Clonmel (John Flanagan)



What’s the weather like: 

Middlemarch (George Eliot)



You fear: 

The Sea of Trolls (Nancy Farmer)



What is the best advice you have to give: 

Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen)



Thought for the day:  

Thyme for Trust (Felicity Pulman)



How I would like to die: 

In Steel Grey Armour (David Ker)



My soul’s present condition: 

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Shakespeare)



To be honest, I stretched the rules a bit, I've only just started a Midsummer Night's Dream. The phrase was just so beautifully poetic that I had to use it!
If you'd like to, please complete your own and post a link in the comments, I'd really love to see what you all have to say!

Waiting For Inspiration

When having trouble starting something, how many people have told themselves comfortingly 'I'm just waiting for some Inspiration...'?
Told themselves that the ideas that have been jumbled up in their head in an incomprehensible tangle will sort themselves out because that bright idea, that revelation, is going to come?

I wanted my first post to be about something special, something unique.
What that was exactly, I had no idea. I still don't.

I guess that I simply hoped that I would 'think of something'.
The only thing that I was sure about was that I did not want to start with the traditional 'I started this blog because...'!

I wanted something out of the ordinary, something that would make people think. Was this too much to ask for?

It seems that it was. I have spent the best part of a week thinking and waiting until today, when I finally decided that I would sit down and force myself to write something, no matter how dreadful I thought it was.

Now all I need to do is ignore that side of me that is a hopeless perfectionist and post this. Fortunately, I can always remind myself that Jane Austen has shown shewn that one should not always trust First Impressions.