a chronicle of literary addiction
First Love; the complexity, pain, failure, and abuse of love. A short novel, at 160 or so pages, when tense emotions ooze from the pages. “A blistering account of a marriage in crisis and a portrait of a woman caught between withdrawal and self-assertion, depression and rage. Neve, the novel’s acutely intelligent narrator, is…
What would you do, if you awoke one day to find you could shoot electricity from your hands? “In The Power the world is a recognisable place: there’s a rich Nigerian kid who larks around the family pool; a foster girl whose religious parents hide their true nature; a local American politician; a tough London…
If I read a lot as a child, I don’t remember it. So it’s nice when I get little reminders that there was more to me that TV when I find books such as ‘A New Treasure of Poetry’ that my Aunt and Uncle gave to me for Christmas, 1994. I was eight, we must…
When I’m feeling low or dissatisfied I often find myself nostalgic for an England that was never mine or never existed. A rose tinted community of simpler times without mobile phones and Google, when privacy was just that. Then I remember the privileges today’s society affords me and how little I would know without the internet. Nevertheless,…
I’ve taken a break from blogging, that I’ve broken due to a delightfully rejuvenating week off, and will probably reinstate until I’ve moved at the end of April. It was becoming something I felt I had to do, rather than something I was enjoying. I’m hoping once I’m settled in my new place I’ll be…