Let me prepare my 12 year old self for the shock of her life. I did not like this Malorie Blackman novel. I wanted to, honestly. But I couldn’t. The heart rate’s back down, the breathing rate is normal. Panic over. Nearly. Malorie Blackman was my idol for my first year or so of secondary… Read More Chasing the Stars by Malorie Blackman
This was a dilemma that I considered when I first began reading Phaedra’s Love, a play by Sarah Kane. Kane is known for her fearless approach to taboo subjects, and the directorial challenge of her work – Cleansed alone has daffodils and sunflowers bursting out, removed limbs, crude gender reassignment and rats. However, I was… Read More If My Parents Read What I Read
Admittedly, this title is a little bit of an exaggeration. However, has it ever occurred to you that there’s a certain point where you’re reading too! many! books!? I know, I never thought that I would hear myself (watch myself?) say this, but I don’t quite understand how I got myself into this mess. Somehow,… Read More A CR Pile Bigger Than My Arm
In honour of Thinking and Inking’s first birthday *bursts out the cake*, this is just a little celebratory Q & A post. (Thank you to all you lovely people – especially flawed silence and Girl Who Reads – who submitted questions and sent me birthday wishes!) I also wanted to emphasise the fact that I am alive and kicking, despite… Read More Birthday Q & A
Thinking and Inking is now a year old (!) A year ago, I meandered my way into book blogging, both a blessing and a curse. The curse is mainly the fact that a vast proportion of my money has gone into my TBR pile (the bottom of which I’m unlikely to see), and that I’m… Read More Happy Birthday!
I am a book hoarder – although, with myself being a book blogger, what else do you expect? I found it hard to part with my children collection, because not only have I spent a hell of a lot of money on it, but I also do not (DO NOT) want a dog-eared collection of withered pages… Read More On Lending Books
I think I’ve found my new favourite book. I bet you weren’t expecting that. I know that I wasn’t, certainly – I haven’t even finished it yet. Into the Wild is tragically beautiful, and alternately will screw with and linger upon your mind. I’ve got the feeling that it will continue to linger with me… Read More CR: Into the Wild by Jon Krakaeur