The Birthday Book Bag and Boo

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It was my birthday on Tuesday – Woohoo! My lovely friend and partner in crime, Lucy sent me this fabulous present – a Virginia Woolf book bag. I love it so much, and… Continue reading

Homer vs My Mum

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In one respect, Homer is rather like my mum. He likes to wander off from the point, and give me information I don’t need, about characters I’ll never see, which doesn’t enhance my… Continue reading

‘Les Miserables’ is great but full of sh*t

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Victor Hugo’s ‘Les Miserables’ is of such gigantic proportions that it requires real commitment to get it finished before you forget what happened at the start Or a tardis. I was fortunate that… Continue reading

I can’t afford a therapist. Books will have to do.

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All hail Stella Gibbons. Seriously, get hailing. Cold Comfort Farm is natty, snappy, with obscure-but-not-nonsensical humour by the bucket load. Anyone who has ever tried will know to write comedy that reads fluidly… Continue reading

If the kids are United….

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I chanced upon ‘Emil and the Detectives’ on one of our family’s regular Thursday evening, post-swim visits to the local library. Its cheery, illustrated yellow cover managed to over-ride any anxiety I had… Continue reading

One down, nine to go.

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I said I’d read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein ten times, and log how my understanding of the work deepens. I’m counting this as my first go through, as this time I read it with… Continue reading

We should start seeing other people

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That’s what polyreading feels like to me. It’s like cheating. And mental illness – all of those voices in your head, all at once. All of them. When I read Lucy’s recent post about… Continue reading

Nicholas Nickleby (and my cat)

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I read Nicholas Nickleby when I was about sixteen, and so to launch my Dickens Challenge, thought I’d start off by running through it again. I’m glad I did, as I had it… Continue reading

Why is Victor Hugo in his birthday suit without a stitch to wear?

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Today is Victor Hugo’s birthday – Bon anniversaire, Victor! As I’ve just read the magnificent ‘Les Miserables’, I couldn’t let his birthday go by without a little celebratory knitting. ‘Les Miserables’ is a… Continue reading

Puffins are not baby penguins.

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When I was a little girl I was a member of the Puffin Club, which was the children’s division of Penguin publishing, so for a little while there, I thought a puffin was… Continue reading