Polyreading. No, not a parrot with a book.

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I read like I watch TV. Some days one half hour show here, an hour one there, then maybe a film, or I can binge watch the whole of House Of Cards in… Continue reading

…And that’s why if there ever was a shopping competition between Proust and Paddington, the bear would win!

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You’ve got to wonder what Proust would make of today’s world. Just imagine, if, fed up of his perpetual bedroom anxieties and the horror of those violet curtains, he decided to go to… Continue reading

Read a book 100 times? Err…no.

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Centireading. Apparently Anthony Hopkins reads his scripts 100 times, but like the author of this piece reading Hamlet 100 for a dissertation, a play or film script is not a book. A straight… Continue reading

Handing on the gift of Rumer Godden’s lost gem to my daughter.

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When I was seven I was given a battered old copy of Rumer Godden’s ‘Miss Happiness and Miss Flower’ for Christmas by a girl at school. I’m thoroughly ashamed to say that I… Continue reading

Oi, Flaubert! Get in the corner with Hardy.

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*spoilers, tons of ’em* Madame Bovary is one of the most page-chewing, pillow-punching books I have ever read. To start with, she’s just not likable, and an unlikable protagonist is a very hard… Continue reading

Half Price Sale in the Oxfam Bookshop – Bring a Wheel-barrow!

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Oh man! I have had such a magnificent haul in the Haverfordwest Oxfam Bookshop. There’s something soul-restoring about secondhand book-buying. It has all the benefits of retail therapy but without the subsequent emptiness… Continue reading

Happy Birthday Charlie D!

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As it’s Dickens’ birthday today (203 years old – looking good, Charlie boy!), I could hardly let such an important date pass without celebrating it, especially as Lucy has recently raised the gauntlet… Continue reading

A slightly morbid, gothic birthday celebration for Charles Dickens. He’d have approved.

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Happy 203rd birthday, Charles! The first thing I remember seeing related to Charles Dickens was a lock of his hair, at the museum of his birthplace, in Portsmouth, where I was also born… Continue reading

Thanks to Alison Steadman, I will never read ‘Pride and Prejudice’ ever again!

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The novels of Jane Austen have been good friends to me over the years. I couldn’t count how many times I’ve re-read them. When mulling over what books to read for this blog,… Continue reading

One of the other Tolkien kid’s books (no hobbits, but people do eat and drink a lot)

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Who remembers Mr Bliss? Sure you do. His bike doesn’t have any pedals so he only uses it to go downhill, then he buys a car at the bottom. Don’t think about the… Continue reading