Here’s a rare blog post. Right, that’s the first point. The second is that some books really should, actually, be burned. Really, that’s probably ok. You know how it is: […]
I did. I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. But I thought of you the whole time. I swear, I did. I’m nearly at the end of Fifty Shades […]
Ah, do you remember when I used to read all the time. I used to have about four books on the go at once. (It’s to do with a generally […]
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I mentioned elsewhere that I’d started to read The Interpretation of Murder because I felt like getting stuck into a whodunnit. Oh my life, I wish I hadn’t bothered. I […]
Oh, and I forgot to mention two other novels I’ve recently read. On Chesil Beach was a beautifully moving story of the wedding night of a young, innocent, virginal couple. […]
I can’t remember the last time I penned my thoughts about a book here, but I have been reading. Not as much as I like, for the constant exhaustion often […]