a chronicle of literary addiction
Favourite authors, I think, are a rarity. Whenever I’m who my favourite author is, I find it so often depends on my mood as to what my answer will be. If I’m feeling intense it may be Donna Tartt or Joan Didion. If I’m feeling disenchanted, Richard Yates. Inquisitive and hopeful, J.K. Rowling. And yet,…
“I wish more people could tell the different between the ‘leave me alone’ vibe I give off all the time by accident and my actual ‘leave me alone’ vibe.” Anna Kendrick is my second patronus, the other person I want to be (along with Kate McKinnon). So, I’m sure it will come as no surprise…
October was the worst reading month I’ve had in a long while, it’s been a mix of a lack of a desire to read, and being too busy or tired. I’m really looking forward to Christmas when I have some time off, I’m going to read everything. The bookish highlight of my month was Bookshop…
Ghost, psychotherapy, snow storms, Italy, what more could entice me to read? The Eleventh Letter by Tom Tomaszewski is an inception like dive from 2010 to 1986, when the protagonist Chris revisits an old case that appears to have never stopped haunting him. Chris Katiwa, a Harley Street psychotherapist, finds himself trapped in his office by…
No clear idea why. I feel as though I haven’t had the time when in actuality my bus rides, lunch times, occasional evenings, and weekend or two have remained free for it – I just don’t appear to be interested. (Not to mention the [potentially alarming] amount of Morse I’ve been watching.) I want to read, but…