When an author writes so well you get angry at the insensitive narrow minded people the author wrote to go for the protagonist
When an author writes so well you get angry at the insensitive narrow minded people the author wrote to go for the protagonist
Boyfriend and I have started a book club podcast. This is our first read. Gonna get stuck in
Holiday reading - more napoleonic wars with dragons. I loved the first book
Another wee bit of travel today that will end in cuddles from puppies. Gonna read some Shirley Jackson
Picked up a mix of little black classics and penguin moderns as shorter reads as I‘ve been in a bit of a slump. Gonna read this on the train today methinks
If you have ever loved a Brontë book or loved the stories of their lives I highly recommend this book. If not I still recommend it as a fabulous fantasy story reminiscent of narnia and Alice in wonderland. Fabulous!
Having finished that Jen Campbell book quickly (FYI so worth reading) I decided to pick up this gem my boyfriend got me back in November for my birthday
‘I should no more lay it down as a general rule that women write better letters than men, than that they
sing better duets, or draw better landscapes. In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes!‘
“-for, provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had no objection to books at all. But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training to be a heroine;”
Time to reread my favourite Austen book. I‘m in need of cheering up at the moment
Mrs Weasley is honestly the best. She doesn‘t know Harry at all. She has just seen a lost little boy looking for school. She doesn‘t ask about where his family is and doesn‘t question anything about his appearance like his messy hair, broken glasses, or hand me down clothes. She just treats him normal and as a mother would. My freaking heart
Starting to read the twelve by Justin Cronin. A full review of lovely bones is coming but I need time to pull thoughts together
“So it was that, from heaven, I watched my father build a tent with the man who‘d killed me”
Story of a girls murder and her looking on at the investigation from heaven. My heart is gonna break reading this, I can tell