View over the top of my book #22

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I’ve given up trying to write any sort of book review for today’s post as I’m currently nursing (furiously shouting at) a dying computer. As there was the greatest possibility that my frustration… Continue reading

Saints, Poets, and Sneezing.

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This week, I have been mostly responsible for the death of many, many trees, in the form of many, many tissues. A lurgy is upon me, and while I’ve managed to go to… Continue reading

There’s strange, and then there’s Murakami.

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I’ve been immersed in Elena Ferrante’s Neopolitan novels in preparation for my trip to Italy in June. Fancying a brief palate cleanser between volumes 2 and 3, I picked up Haruki Murakami’s The Strange… Continue reading

Lincoln in the Bardo

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When it comes to the American Civil War, many people in the UK only know what they’ve picked up from films, and Simpsons episodes. But while it would never be my specialist subject… Continue reading

#1951 Club: Anthony Powell’s ‘A Question of Upbringing’

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One of my reading aims for the year was to read Anthony Powell’s A Dance to the Music of Time in its entirety. Alas, my plan to tackle a book a month fell… Continue reading

What would be View Over The Top Of My Book #21 if I hadn’t have forgotten my book!

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Argh! The humanity! Somewhere to sit – check. Something to drink – check. Something to eat – check. Something to read – STILL ON THE KITCHEN SURFACE 60 MILES AWAY. Yesterday we went… Continue reading

Voices and Balconies – the last of the Nordic Noir.

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It’s the time of the year when, on opening the back door to let the sunshine in, it’s not uncommon to find a stray sheep or two grazing on our lawn. Spring has… Continue reading

Sign me up!

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Ahh, time travel, that really would be living the dream. I get the feeling Connie Willis was thinking that when the idea for To Say Nothing of the Dog came into her mind.… Continue reading

Life after books – what do you do?

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I’ve recently started working as a part-time warden in a homeless hostel. When it’s quiet, I can’t really read – tempting a prospect as that might be, as I have to keep half… Continue reading

Returned Unfinished

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I used to make it a point of principle that I finished every book I started. It seemed wrong to not see books through to the bitter, boring, heavy or miserable end. Reading… Continue reading