It’s been a year. Or two. I stopped book blogging a while ago because life got in the way. I went to uni, then I graduated from uni, then I started work full-time. I’m busy. Busy reading, busy gardening, busy writing. I’m putting my efforts into my creative non-fiction and a handful of other side… Read More what’s happening to thinking and inking?
and I’m back again, dragging my lifeless body towards the finish line of 2019 because it’s been a long, hard year. As they say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going (to therapy). But I am back for this fleeting instant (perhaps longer; I miss writing like this, as myself, not as a… Read More and I oop –
and I’m back with a bang, because my decision to calm the heck down about reading lists has been overturned and I am back reading Proper Books instead of assorted bits of crap and train timetables. I’ve not done one of these for a while – mainly because I’ve not been reading, and during term I only… Read More so much for sticking to my anti-TBR / CR
In the spirit of my previous post (which, in turn, was in the spirit of self-care and not burning out), I’ve decided to continue bulldozing my way through what I’m not doing this summer. Up next: the specific books that I am avoiding like the PLAGUE because juggling Middle English and Heavy/Literary/Lorge books is just too much… Read More what I’m not reading this summer
There were two posts in the pipeline for today, and because I’m chronically sleep-deprived, I’m only going to be writing one of them. Ironically, the post I was going to write was indeed my ‘summer reading goals’, until I realised that I don’t have any bar my university reading list. So: why, personally, summer reading… Read More why I am no longer making summer reading goals
So much for me posting regularly, folks! but there is a lot of gardening and a lot of driving practice to be done, so I’ve read a grand total of one book so far this summer. (not including my attempts at learning middle English) Luckily, the second book I’m reading is a stunner and unfortunately… Read More CR: The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
For some time now, I have had the sneaking suspicion that there is a cult devoted to Robert Macfarlane within my faculty at uni. And, after reading Underland, I can see why. [I cannot write an essay about nature without my supervisor asking ‘have you read any Robert Macfarlane?’. My answer in first term was ‘no’.… Read More Underland by Robert Macfarlane
And this is the first book that’s not Shakespeare that I’ve finished in a very long time, which is satisfying and glorious and marks the beginning of summer. The Running Hare feels like a glimpse into a notebook, as Lewis-Stempel’s description of rewilding (?) / renaturaling (?) Flinders field is interwoven with chunks of poetry and prose… Read More The Running Hare by John Lewis-Stempel
Yikes! It’s been a while, and although I’ve been lurking in the WordPress shadows, I’ve not had the opportunity to actually write. Or read, in fact, as the romantic stereotype of spending Easter term reading Shakespeare in the lengthy evenings has proved absolutely incorrect. It is true that I have been reading a lot of… Read More where have I been?
Long time no see, blogosphere, but my prelim exams took their considerable toll and now I have a term’s worth of Shakespeare to get through. Good great brilliant, and it’s not as if I have anything relaxing to return to because I have NO IDEA what Carlos Ruiz Zafon was on whilst writing this, the… Read More CR: The Labyrinth of the Spirits by Carlos Ruiz Zafon