Happy Valentine’s Day to me, destined to die alone with a bottle of red. Oh well – I can drown my sorrows not only in alcohol, but also in literature, as I am certain that there are characters out there worse off than myself. They probably don’t have Hamlet tickets. With Andrew Scott in the… Read More Happy Valentine’s Day
I never thought that I’d say this, but I have discovered that there is something beautifully endearing about 18th Century literature. I know, tie me to a bookcase and shoot me, for I am enjoying Wuthering Heights. I decided to start The French Lieutenant’s Woman a couple of nights ago, when I was completely knackered and needed something… Read More CR: The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles
A-Level English Literature is a whirlwind. If you’re not spending at least thirty percent of the lesson debating the nature of your existence and the restraining nature of society, are you even studying English Literature? Admittedly, sometimes it is a little bit shit. Despite the fact that I’ve only been in this class for under two… Read More Inside my Mind: The Lit Student
17 days since my last post. Big number! Big number! Two big! During that time, I’ve written a first draft of a play *drops mic*, survived on coffee and instant noodles, and only read one book. I should have been writing essays, learning Spanish, and reading books relevant to my A-Levels, but it’s okay because… Read More 17 Days (but also angry)
My mum gave me a tenner to buy a school jumper with, which I promptly spent on books. I’m now going to spend this winter desperately wishing that my fingers don’t fall off, but it was so worth it, because a) I GOT A BARGAIN PRICE COPY OF THE ORESTEIA, and b) these are all… Read More Book Haul: Greeks *screams*
Your favourite piece of book trash now spends a vast amount of time in her school library, because I’m a sixth form student who’s decided that I actually need to get some work done. Despite the fact that there’s a wonderful common room (in all honesty, it’s only wonderful because of Pot Noodle making facilities… Read More In the Library
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
