a chronicle of literary addiction
In the absence of any desire to write any reviews, here is an (extremely sub par) haiku. I can’t write my blog but it could be worse My reading block has gone, yay Bring on the glorious, glorious cold. I don’t own a disgusting amount of jumpers for fun. Currently Reading: Devotion by Patti Smith…
I’ve written before about how my taste in books have changed since I began reading obsessively. My enjoyment of the lighter side of fiction began to wane as I discovered deeper, weightier literature. Snob that I am. Yet, in the last year, I’ve seen my tastes change again. I began reading less due to starting…
I put off reading My Name is Lucy Barton for months, I read the synopsis and just thought, “ugh” (you’ve read this before, I know, I judge a book by its synopsis). However, I recently won £50 worth of books and it seemed like the perfect time to indulge in a something different and challenge…
Translated from the French by Linda Coverdale. What makes a murderer? It is an endlessly fascinating subject we try to solve, try to find a way to give reason to the unreasonable. Analysis of true crime ranges from the engrossing to the dull and in the Adversary, Emmanuel Carrère takes on the story of Jean-Claude…
There are books that pass me by as though I had never read them, books that become part of me and all my words are spent describing them, and then there are astonishing books my vocabulary can’t even vocalise. Wake We When I’m Gone by Odafe Atogun is just that. “Everyone says that Ese is…