Tag Archive: bibliophile

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

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

‘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

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

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

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

When I die, please scatter my ashes in the Oxfam bookshop.

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As it really is one of my favourite places in Aberdeen. Although, it seems likely I will then just be vacuumed up by a rather put-out staff member, who certainly didn’t volunteer with… Continue reading

Haul of Fame

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New books! Well, – new to me. Seriously, what beats trawling through the rich pickings of a secondhand book shop soon after fresh donations have hit the shelves? Nothing! Here are my latest… Continue reading

Burn, Baby, Burn, like a Dystopian Inferno!

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Reading Arthur Miller’s ‘Death of a Salesman’ in 2015 is like checking the timetable of a ship that’s long since sailed. If the seeds of style superceding substance, and being well-liked carrying more… Continue reading

Misery Loves Company

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When it was published, reviewers said ‘Jeez, that’s one messed-up book’ (I’m paraphrasing there). It was the first adult classic I read. I was about twelve and didn’t understand large chunks of it,… Continue reading