YA, whenever I turn to it, it is so I can read something easy. I don’t value it for it’s strong messages or literary genius (perhaps excluding Harry Potter) I value it for its escapism. It’s like watching a sitcom, you never really have to think. This is why I enjoy YA, I’m not saying it’s intrinsically mindless. “Seventeen-year-old Bianca…
As of tomorrow (23rd January) ofBooks will be three years old. I’ve been blogging – on and off – since I was 18 (which I have just realised is 10 years, good lord). But, I’ve never stuck with a blog for as long as this. I remember when I started, I posted one review a week and had no idea that there were…
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow– You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or…
I requested this copy from BookBridgr in exchange for an honest review. As I prefaced in my Gillian Anderson review, how could I not read Duchovny’s book when I love The X Files (and what little I’ve seen of Californication). I must say, it’s not quite what I expected. ‘Elsie Bovary is a cow, and a pretty happy one at…
How do you feel about read-a-longs? Wondrous (read: potentially fraught) occasions where we would band together to read a long or difficult book. It would be like a scary-movie-thon, but without the possibility of bed wetting. I am of the opinion that if a book isn’t working for you, you should be able to give it up. Yet, there are some books…
Please, don’t chastise or stone me, Or force me into a fiery grave. Instead, let me present my views freely To those who are steadfast and brave. Let my words echo across the land, A right that we value and hold so dear. May my words be uttered without reprimand, Speaking emphatically free from fear.
It’s funny how you can fall in love with a book, not for its length or style, but the intellectualism of the characters within it. 84, Charing Cross Road is a series of letters between an American writer Helene Hanff and antiquarian book trader/seller, Frank Doel. Their correspondence spans a total of twenty years, from 1949 through to 1969. My copy…
Regular readers will know that I’m not one for love and romance in their conventional forms. Valentines day was created by someone who clearly hated me. Not because I’ll be alone on the 14th of Feb, but because I hate pink, I hate hearts and I hate gratuitous public displays of love marked by the delivery of chocolate and flowers.…
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message, ‘He is Dead’. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic…
I have not found a post so effortless to write in a long time, this is the first review I have written in a long time that just flowed immediately after reading. What a marvellous start to 2015! I’m not one for pictures. Picture books, that is. Trying to read comics is like trying to get me to pay attention…
