…because they’ve been in my drafts for ages. Most of them deserve their own posts, but at this rate they’re never going to be posted if I try to find time to do that, so they’ll just have to share. Continue reading “A Round-Up Of Some Books I’ve Read Recently”
On October 25th 2017, a surgeon apologised to me. Not just any surgeon, but my surgeon: the one who’d been tasked with removing my Angry Internal Organ. The day after the operation he arrived at my bedside clutching a small sheaf of papers, and began to say he was sorry.
I’d presented at A&E at the beginning of March with a set of symptoms which I was swiftly told were “impossible” because they didn’t spit out an immediate answer from the computer. I’d then run the gamut of tests: bloods, ultrasounds, cameras in the belly. The guy who did my first ultrasound said things didn’t look good, that I should be taken in for surgery as soon as possible. He sent me downstairs to follow up with the person responsible for admissions, and somehow in the 20 minutes it took me to get down there in the lift (I could only walk very slowly, being in too much pain), his concern had been translated into “stick her on a waiting list and hope for the best.” Continue reading “Ask Me About My Uterus by Abby Norman”
There are currently sixteen pictures of books in my Google Drive folder, which is how I organise my upcoming blog posts. If I blog one per week it will therefore take me sixteen weeks to complete the posts, but I also have other books on my TBR list so by that point I’ll still be behind and then it will just keep spiralling on forever.
So I’m going to smush a few together in a post for today, and only save a couple for their own special featured posts. Continue reading “It’s Book Blog Tuesday, So Here, Have Some Novels”
I’ve been renovating my flat since I moved in four years ago. It’s not even nearly finished. It’s exhausting and exciting and all sorts of other words I can’t currently think of because my brain’s so focused on waiting for an email from the builder who came over earlier today, made a sucking noise through his teeth and gave me such a long list of things which need to happen that I can only remember about 50% of them.
It’s becoming more obvious to lots of people nowadays that we need to read stories that don’t align with our own lifestyles. Whatever shape that takes, whether it’s LGBT+ fiction or reports of life in far-flung countries, people are finally starting to understand that as the world becomes more globalised, we need to be able to empathise with others in new ways.
That’s not always easy to do, because understanding another person’s experience is so difficult that for millennia philosophers have been debating whether it’s even possible. But what we can all do is try, and books like Nguyen’s The Refugees are a small way to do just that. Continue reading “The Refugees by Viet Thanh Nguyen”
I’d love to give each of these its own review, but I have so many posts in the queue that I need to get some of them out of the way, so here’s a round-up of three good thrillers I read recently and why I’d recommend them.
The title of this one kept confusing my brain, because for some reason I kept mentally inserting a comma between ‘do’ and ‘say’: Anything You Do, Say. That’s not the title. The title is Anything You Do Say, taken from the classic police caution we’ve all heard a million times in crime dramas (but hopefully not real life).
Getting past the title, however, the book itself was a lot of fun.