Or, book reviews that are one sentence. Or one line, depending on your definition of ‘sentence’. Work with me. Chicken With Plums – I fell asleep in the middle, and woke up by the end. Death at La Fenice – The start of my new favourite series. The Fault in Our Stars – I might have developed a slightly age-inappropriate crush on Augustus Waters. MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search For A New Best Friend – An exercise in First-World problems.…
Goodreads says I’ve read 49 books this year. That would be a painful number, if I wasn’t taking a reading break from the 5oth to share my top 10 for 2012, in some semblance of order: The Snow Child The History of Love The Panopticon The Story Sisters The Invisible Circus Dandelion Wine The Night Circus The Art of Fielding Where’d You Go, Bernadette? The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop These are the books I lived with this year. The ones I…
I’ve been away from the computer for the last few days. Away from the computer, but not without my notebook. I started writing the lines that make up this post while on the train to Glasgow on Thursday. I like trains, and I love writing while in transit. Something about the rhythm of the journey colours the words, knowing that that there will be some sort of evidence of change from beginning to end. I’ve loved notebooks for as long…
When I started this blog, oh so long ago, I wanted to post every day. At least until it became a habit. But I have another habit. No, it isn’t collecting job-application rejections. It’s reading. More specifically, it’s books. Actual page-and-ink books. I have a lot of them. I try not to dog-ear the pages or crack the spines, but I read them. Well, I’ve read most of the ones I have. When Borders was open, I practically lived there. …
