‘If I was a poet, I wouldn’t put in any of this deep shit. I find it hard enough to find words that fucking rhyme.’ Overheard on the bus this morning. Advertisements
Unlike the majority of my compatriots, my purpose for watching the stage version of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men was not because I couldn’t be bothered to read the book. In reality, I know the novella backwards. My reason for watching it was a) I had nothing better to do on a Tuesday night, and… Read More THEATRE REVIEW: Of Mice and Men
Everywhere I go I seem to encounter pictures of the Kardashians. Every time I go onto the Internet. When I accompany friends to Urban Outfitters, I am faced with shelves of Kim K’s book ‘Selfish’; a collection of photographs of herself, a physical, 400-page version of her Instagram account. Again, and again, and again, I… Read More Kim K – Teen Idle?
As you may recall, I did a mini-feature (featurelette?) called the Book of Joy, which recounted the tome that had brought me the most pleasure. Sadly, this week there is not a book to fill that position – I haven’t been reading for pleasure, I’ve been slumped at my desk inhaling caffeine fumes, writing the… Read More BOOK OF SORROW – AQA GCSE Poetry Anthology
I know I published a post about forty seconds ago, but this is breaking news (thanks to The Guardian website for ruining my day). My eyes are leaking at the fact that Harper Lee has just passed away. ❤
Philip Pullman is an absolutely incredible writer, and although The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ was not what I expected, it’s still a damn fine book. A (shorter) re-telling of the New Testament, Pullman’s novel asks more questions instead of answers them; which for me is ideal, because it has given me fuel… Read More REVIEW: The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ
The bookshelf situation in my room is fast evolving into a dangerous one. Ever since I dropped eight Rupert annuals (I’m a collector, okay; that’s less than a third of my entire collection) simultaneously on my foot, I’ve been tentatively skirting around my bookcases, and ignoring the fact that my books really need to be… Read More On Bookshelves