I don’t want to know.

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There are some things we have to know, like about hundreds of girls being kidnapped, the damage the production of palm oil causes, and of course, climate change. But there are a whole… Continue reading

Yes, of course my Dickens challenge requires accessories!

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Since I decided to follow Lucy’s lead and do the Dickens challenge, I wondered if I could mark it in some special way. I’m a bit of a sucker for accessories and accoutrements.… Continue reading

I’ve Started So I’ll Finish, Dammit.

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I always finish books. It’s a rule. Even if I hate it, and have to read just a page or two a day whilst starting more books on the side, I will get… Continue reading

Frocks, Locks and the School of Hard Knocks: the Irresistible Magnetism of Maudlin Maidens to Every Teenage Girl, Ever.

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When you return to a novel later in life something interesting happens. You retrace your steps through familiar landscapes and re-acquaint yourself with characters like old friends. More poignantly, you come face to… Continue reading

‘You’re lucky. I don’t have time to read books.’

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Yeah, and you’re lucky I don’t take your off-hand remark and turn it into a whole bitchy blog post. Oops, sorry, too late. What is it with people thinking they are too busy… Continue reading

It’s like the Best Episode of Columbo never made

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One of the surprising thing about ‘Crime and Punishment’ is that Dostoyevsky delivers all the adrenaline-pumping action early on in the novel. As you look at the inches thick wedge of pages you’ve yet… Continue reading

So, which circle of hell do I belong in?

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It’s actually really hard to tell, as I qualify for quite a few. Firstly, hell has a vestibule, and no, while that does sound like a handy place for sinners to leave their… Continue reading

Want to go on an adventure with the last four gnomes in Britain? Hell Yeah!

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When my son was about five years old, he was obsessed with Enid Blyton’s ‘Famous Five’ books. After reading him twenty, one after the other, I was seriously losing the will to live.… Continue reading

Who knew you could fry buttercups?

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Edward Lear, that’s who. I have had this copy of the Pobble Who Has No Toes since I was about four. It is falling apart and some of the illustrations are mildly terrifying,… Continue reading

This lot will make you want to be alone on Valentine’s day.

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Everybody hates Valentine’s day. Everybody. It’s the day when being single is akin to leprosy, and if you’re in a couple, you’re forced into buying into the cynical proliferation of hearts, flowers, chocolates… Continue reading