a chronicle of literary addiction
I’m an anxious person. If there is something to worry about I’m there worrying about it. I’m currently worried that Federer both will and won’t win his match in the second round, I am nothing but contradictory. (By the time this post goes out I’m sure I’ll have some clarity.) So while I dive into…
“Citizens of Earth, rejoice. Your Lord and Master stands on high.” Oh, hi there. Doctor Who fans may understand the reference above. To avoid spoilers, the last two episodes have felt like a glorious reward for a season of ‘meh’, an investment paid off. Anyway, welcome to a brief review of what I’ve been up…
…whether or not I need somebody with the human touch is none of your business. Spice Girls and my eternal loneliness aside, hello. Three packets of crisps and one diet coke later and that fifth gin last night is feeling more memory than physical, I’m finally feeling a desire to write. After a long period…
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…