Tag Archive: bibliophile

The Mother of all Book hauls

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After spending weeks at home squirreling away writing knitting patterns I took a day off for a mooch around Haverfordwest. Having fulfilled the only essential task of the day – choosing a gift… Continue reading

Reading Saboteurs! The thieves of my time.

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I get a lot of reading done during my breaks at work, and I listen to audiobooks whilst driving. I also read in the bath when I get home from work, and then… Continue reading

I have nothing in common with that carrot, take it away.

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I have just finished ‘In The Shadow Of Young Girls In Bloom’ by Proust, and of course, it’s full of deeply insightful nuggets about human behaviour, especially the utter insanity of being in… Continue reading

Stop! There’s a Mystery Book Bequeather on the loose!

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Last Wednesday, I opened the front door to find a carrier bag brimming with books had been left on the doorstep. I was flabbergasted. I’d been in all day, but hadn’t heard anyone… Continue reading

Cheer Up Dave, the dead are still asleep.

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What is it about Dickens and death? At the beginning of ‘Great Expectations’ Philip ‘Pip’ Pirrip is hanging out in the graveyard with his dead relations, when the fated encounter with terrifying Magwitch… Continue reading

Books vs Cake

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For my birthday a while back, I made some vegan cupcakes to celebrate. Sadly, they suffered from the inclusion of baking powder that had taken early retirement without giving notice. Some of you may… Continue reading

It’s Kenneth Grahame’s birthday – Poop Poop!

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Today is Kenneth Grahame’s birthday – hooray! Not many people know that as well as writing ‘The Wind in the Willows’, ‘The Reluctant Dragon’ and numerous short stories, he used to work for… 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

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