Part of me doesn’t really get why YA is a thing. I think the categorisation can put some people off, because they look at the books and decide they’re for teenagers, and therefore not relevant or of interest to adults. I disagree.
I enjoy reading a good YA novel as much as I enjoy reading a novel written for an adult audience, and I’ve read a few recently so I thought I’d give a run-down and a couple of recommendations. Read more
One of the things I love about my life is how flexible it is. I spent most of last weekend on the phone to various doctors because my body’s being a pain again. They said they’ll need to do a load more tests (cue more hospital time) and told me to take it easy, to spend lots of time resting for the next few weeks and to go to bed early. So I emailed the lovely people at FMCM and said I had a bit of extra reading time on my hands… and they sent me the nominees for the British Book Awards!
These are all up for Debut Book Of The Year. I’m going to write mini reviews of each of them, and talk about which one I’d like to see win. Read more
A few weeks ago I received an email from FMCM asking if I’d like to review Tubing by K.A. McKeagney.
I read the blurb and wasn’t entirely convinced: Read more
I read quite a lot of books last week, but several of them were very short. Most of them were novels – I seem to be on a fiction drive at the moment.
There were a few that were disappointing, which was a shame, and one or two surprises. So without further ado, here are this week’s reviews.
Marian Keyes is one of those writers whose work I am aware of – I mean, she’s one of the most popular authors out there, how can you not be? – but which I don’t read very often. I’m fairly sure I must have read something of hers at some point before this, but if I have I can’t remember what it was. So when FMCM sent me a review copy of The Break I was very much coming at it with an open mind and few prior expectations.
And so I settled down with a notebook and a drippy-wine-bottle candle at the ready, and I started to read.
Yesterday was Teachers’ Day. Today is National Poetry Day. These two things have been interwoven in my life for many years, and both are important to me, so I thought I’d write a quick post about them.
I wrote my first poem when I was twelve, and I wrote it because of a teacher. We were in English class, and I was in a new school in a new country and wasn’t settling in very well. I was looking for a way to distract myself from life, and while I had the school library to keep me going, I wanted something more actively creative as well – a new string to my bow.
This blog has become very bookish lately. Not that that’s a bad thing.
Last week, three novels and a book by Caitlin Moran, who never disappoints.
I’m currently going back through my notebooks to update my reading list. I have notebooks dating back to when I was twelve, so this is quite an undertaking.
‘Notebook Scribblings‘ is a series of posts detailing what I find.
It is a refrain often heard in my group of girlfriends when we meet up. “He just wouldn’t take no for an answer!”; “He was convinced I was attracted to him even though I wasn’t flirting at all!”
We are definitely not alone in these complaints. And now someone has studied this phenomenon, producing a paper which has perhaps my favourite opening sentence of all time: “Heterosexual men consistently overperceive women’s sexual interest.”
So, what did they find out?
The holiday period saw a slight decrease in reading activity, due to my personal holiday tradition of curling up on the sofa with a roast dinner, the cat and a load of old films. I keep a list throughout the year of things I’d like to watch at Xmas, and then I do.
So the past couple of weeks have been less bookish than normal. But still, here’s what I’ve read.