Tag Archive: books

“You decide for yourself when it will hurt” – Per Petterson’s ‘Out Stealing Horses’ #AW80BOOKS

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I can’t remember whose review it was that initially prompted me to buy Per Petterson’s Out Stealing Horses (2003), but along with the many other rave-review inspired, late night, impulse purchases, it has sat… Continue reading

In bed with Josephine Tey

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As one of my jobs involves working night shifts, I’ve become accustomed to sleeping in the daytime. Working nights is not ideal long term, but I do still get a bit of a… Continue reading

View over the top of my book #27

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My husband is about to start the final placement of his Social Work degree – hooray! The end is in sight, but for the next six months he won’t really be able to… Continue reading

Is it possible to be addicted to nostalgia?

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A little before Christmas I remembered The Box of Delights. I’d only known it as a TV show, on air in 1984 (when I was eight, so I remember the special effects as… Continue reading

Festive fun, Sparta, and proof, if it were needed, that felt-booted lute players are the devil’s minstrels.

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A belated Happy New Year to one and all! Christmas is now but a distant memory, yet I’m reluctant to cease the treats and have turned the crisps, wine and mince pie-related revelry… Continue reading

In The Bleak, Pointless, January

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Happy new year! Happy new books! Happy frugal January living! Happy windscreen scraping! Happy thinking about a diet or face being cut in half by jeans waistband when sitting down! (That last one… Continue reading

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

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On my way to work tonight I drove through a light swirling of the white stuff and was hoping against hope that on my return journey I might find the fields and hills… Continue reading

Seeds For The Robins, Neeps For The Deer.

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Storm Caroline made the end of my week a cold, wet and battered one. The area I cover with my sheltered housing job is coastal, and the sea often came up over the… Continue reading

Christie and Crumpets – now that’s a bandwagon I’ll happily jump on!

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Inspired by Lucy’s recent Agatha Christie fest, I took to my bed over the weekend with a steaming mug of tea, a stack of toasted crumpets and a couple of dusty disintegrating Christies… Continue reading

The dark magic of Patricia Highsmith

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I discovered Patricia Highsmith’s malevolent genius earlier this year when I read The Talented Mr Ripley (1955). I’m a sucker for a good thriller, and the actions of Highsmith’s lovable psychopath, Tom Ripley, had me… Continue reading