I shouldn’t have eaten the gingerbread man. Portion control is no joke.
I don’t even know where to start writing about The Girls by Emma Cline, it illicit such visceral reactions, it was so engrossing. Set in a Manson like cult in 1969, it tracks a Sharon Tate style murder from ‘innocent beginnings’ to deadly ends. Murder, however, is a mere backdrop to a story of a […]
Due to a rather uneventful March I appear to have forgotten to do any sort of Literary Life for it. Time passed monotonously, with the exception of the Daunt Books Festival, so you’ve not missed out. I’ve always been a bit annoyed with April, that in between month where everything changes but nothing really happens. […]
“The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train, and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.” – The Green Green Grass of Home The Green Road by Anna Enright has been a strange experience, I both loved it and felt indifferent. It follows Rosaleen and her four […]