Enid Blyton, a split lip, and the Reformation

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When I was five years old and waiting at the bus stop after school, a bigger boy called Simon (names have not been changed to protect the innocent as he was proper guilty)… Continue reading

Amanda Craig ‘The Lie of the Land’

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Amanda Craig’s The Lie of The Land was last month’s book group read. I must admit, the initial premise of the novel – London-based Lottie and Quentin Bredon postponing their divorce and downsizing… Continue reading

In celebration of British summertime, my thoughts on ‘Winter’ by Ali Smith.

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They say timing is everything, and so it is that after the balmiest weather we’ve had in the UK for a long time, I’ve finally got around to write about Winter by Ali… Continue reading

View (of the weeds) over the top of my book.

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Firstly, in my defence, I can’t mow my lawn as it’s about half an acre and has relief-map worthy pot holes, bits where old troughs have been dug out, fallen trees, the lot.… Continue reading

#20 Books of Summer

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In 2017, I dismally failed the #20BooksofSummer challenge hosted by Cathy at 746 Books, but who cares? So I’m going to have another bash this year. This time, I’m just going to go… Continue reading

A Bucket of One’s Own

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One of my favourite books (essay really, but who cares) is Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. It’s a nice blueprint for people who want a quiet life of reading, writing, wandering… Continue reading

Mojo Risin’

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Periodically I write a post brimming with good intentions about my latest attempt to resuscitate my inner runner. I used to love running. I’ve never been very good at it – shuffling would… Continue reading

There’s no better way to say ‘screw you, political turmoil’ than by making a fairy garden…

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…and I’m sure Sarah Waters agrees. I am currently reading The Night Watch. It’s been on my shelf for a while, my emergency un-read Waters to be opened in a time of need.… Continue reading

Win, win, win! Scoring a hat-trick at the library.

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Lady luck must have been smiling down at me this week as a quick nip around Haverfordwest library had me whisperwhooping (totally a word) as I dug up three absolute gems from their… Continue reading

A short review for a short book

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Jack of Spades by Joyce Carol Oates is a book so clearly full of influences, and yet as it is based on plagiarism, it’s gone all the way back round to being original. I… Continue reading