Tag Archive: reading

Clothes, Music, Boys, and why Viv Albertine is my new heroine.

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I found this copy of Viv Albertine’s memoir in a charity shop a few months ago. None of the titles in my TBR tower were particularly calling out to me, so I picked… Continue reading

The Reckoning – Part One

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This book is too full of information— not to mention exciting— for just one review, and I keep learning things I want to tell people, and most (all) people in my real life… Continue reading

Summer Book Group Reads, Part 2:’The Words in My Hand’ by Guinevere Glasfurd

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I hadn’t come across Guinevere Glasfurd’s The Words in My Hand before it got plucked out of the hat as one of my book group’s Summer read choices. I love that book groups introduce… Continue reading

Summer Book Group Reads, Part 1: ‘Station Eleven’ by Emily St. John Mandel

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My new book group has not had the smoothest of starts. It would be easier to get a dozen cats into baskets and en route to the vet’s than it’s been persuading a… Continue reading

Boats and Beasts.

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We’ve had such a resplendent summer, it felt like it would go on and on. However, the holidays are over, the schools are back and the weather has started to show a distinctly… Continue reading

Messing about on the river

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We’re off on a family barge holiday next week. Keen to leave the tussling for the captaincy of the vessel to my husband, son and daughter, I’m more concerned about what books to… Continue reading

Crime and Pentominoes

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By some strange synchronicity, Lucy (my partner in crime here at Hard Book Habit) and I, have both ended up working night shifts for the council (albeit in different corners of the UK).… Continue reading

A Masterclass in Dealing with Noisy Neighbours by Marcel Proust

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I was given this slim volume of Marcel Proust’s Letters to the Lady Upstairs for Christmas, and have been keeping it for a rainy day. With the heatwave we’ve been experiencing I can hardly… Continue reading

Agatha Christie, a duck, and nightshift knitting

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I’m still working so much I’m not sure of my own age (I told someone I was 43, when I’m 42) and with all the heat simmering my brain until soft(er), I actually… Continue reading

We’re going to need a bigger handbag…

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My brain is currently the consistency of a lukewarm bowl of Angel Delight (and not even butterscotch, the only good flavour, but some putrid crap like strawberry). As I’m currently doing the zero… Continue reading