Thursday, 1 January 2026
The TO READ/RECOMMENDED List:
Wednesday, 31 December 2025
My Year In Books: 2025
The Night After Christmas - Kes Gray
*Night Side Of The River - Jeanette Winterson
The Blue-Footed Booby - Rob Biddulph
Hotel World - Ali Smith
The Penguin Lessons - Tom Michell
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
Pageboy - Elliot Page
The Dead - James Joyce
Monday, 28 July 2025
Friday, 28 February 2025
Winter Stack.
February —
The Great Gatsby | F. Scott Fitzgerald
Returning to it some twenty years later, I was struck by Jay's blind faith & naïve optimism; 'you can't repeat the past'.
Aye, agreed.
January —
Pageboy | Elliot Page
Insightful.
Vulnerable.
Compelling.
I was glad to have encountered Page's book; to better educate myself as a trans ally & to pass it along to someone else seeking to do similar.
'At this point in my life, it didn’t really feel like a choice, there was no other option. I had to choose to engage as my authentic self, or die not trying.' [199]'There was a spark, a seed, something getting stirred up. My body leaned in, knowing not to stop there, sensing it before my mind did. This flesh vessel, always vastly smarter than me, if only I’d managed to listen.' [237]
Tuesday, 31 December 2024
My Year In Books: 2024
Shadow Reader - Imtiaz Dharker*Hotel World - Ali SmithThe Marble Collector - Cecelia AhernPostman Pat And The Pet Show - John CunliffeKindness Is Magic - Duba KolanovicThe Magic Crayon - Amy Sparkes & Ali PyeCave Baby - Julia Donaldson & Emily GravettYou Must Bring A Hat - Simon Phillip & Kate HindleyMouse's Wood - Alice MelvinToo Much Stuff - Emily GravettLOVE - Corinne Averiss & Kristi BeautymanA Day That's Ours - Blake Nuto & Vyara BoyadjievaSunny Side Up - Clare Helen Welsh & Ana SanfelippoThe Who's Whonicorn of Unicorns - Kes Gray & Garry ParsonsFrom Crimea With Love - Jason Salkey
. . . . .
On the Sharpe Series:
If I was to recommend a reading order to others, I would say to start with either Eagle or perhaps Rifles, read in publication order up to the end of the India Trilogy in 1999, & then stop. One can make a case for the later-published books if one just wants to know more about the battles, but from the perspective of making sense of Sharpe, they should be put on the same level as Lois Lane’s ‘imaginary stories’ from 1960s Superman comics. Discount them from your reading order altogether.
— https://www.sealionpress.co.uk/post/prequel-problems-sharpe-s-reading-order
Sunday, 31 December 2023
My Year In Books: 2023
Ghosts: The Button House Archives - Them There
How to Buy a House - Kirstie Allsopp & Phil Spencer
*The Relentless Elimination of Hurry - John Mark Comer
I Dreamed I Met Vermeer - Carol Hill Marks
The Grinny Granny Donkey - Richard Curtis
Four Weddings & a Funeral: The Screenplay - Craig Smith & Katz Cowley
Go Set A Watchman - Harper Lee
A Thousand Mornings - Mary Oliver
Mr Peacock’s Possessions - Lydia Syson
The Art Of The Tea Towel - Marnie Fogg
Breadsong: How Baking Changed Our Lives - Al Tait & Kitty Tait
The Same But Different Too - Karl Newson
Attachments - Rainbow Rowell
Song From Faraway - Simon Stephens
My Name Is Lucy Barton - Elizabeth Strout
The Philosophy of Beer - Jane Peyton
Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist - David Levithan & Rachel Cohn
Saturday, 29 July 2023
Quest.
First glimpse giddy.
Monday, 22 May 2023
Saturday, 20 May 2023
Spring Extracts.
May —
Attachments | Rainbow Rowell
from the 'Annie Spence Recommends' list.
I liked it; it grew on me. And, importantly, the one-sided origin of the attachment was addressed outright, otherwise the snooping would've felt even more awkward.
Lincoln still thought about Beth. All the time, at first.
He subscribed to the newspaper so that he could read her reviews at breakfast and again at lunch. He tried to figure out how she was doing through her writing. Did she seem happy? Was she being too hard on romantic comedies? Or too generous?
Reading her reviews kept his memory of her alive in a way he probably shouldn’t want. Like a pilot light inside of him. It made him make sometimes, when she was being especially funny or insightful, or when he could read past her words to something true that he knew about her. But the aching faded, too. Things get better — hurt less — over time. If you let them. [339]
Rowell, Rainbow. Attachments.
Orion Books: London, 2012
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February —
My Name Is Lucy Barton| Elizabeth Strout
This, I read after talk of a staging so I thought I'd best acquaint myself with the text.
It was ... okay.
In a nutshell, the quote below encapsulates the shifting narrator that put me in mind of Ishiguro. Strout's fragmentary style and narration meant I didn't warm to the childlike Lucy.
I am still not sure it’s a true memory, except I do know it, I think.
I mean: It is true. Ask anyone who knew us. [119]
I began to feel like the novel had hit its stride in the plot around the workshop with Sarah Payne. A shift came in the storytelling with the directive: 'go to the page' being followed through & a declaration now of 'abuse', putting a wholly different slant on the childhood detailed thus far [120 / 135].
Other elements recalled Plath's Esther Greenwood:
the clinical recovery setting post-breakdown; talk of trash & awards [112].
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... as though they were silently saying You are not one of us, as though I had betrayed them by leaving them. I suppose I had. [162]
Strout, Elizabeth. My Name Is Lucy Barton
Penguin | Random House: London, 2016.
Thursday, 5 January 2023
Winter Stack
Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's T-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.
Cohn, Rachel & David Levithan. Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist.
Electric Monkey: Great Britain, 2014.
Her own shelves held a lot of poetry, in volume and pamphlet form: Eliot, Auden, MacNiece. There were Left Book Club editions of Orwell and Koestler, some calf-bound nineteenth-century novels, a couple of childhood Arthur Rackhams, and her comfort book, I Capture the Castle. I didn’t for a moment doubt that she had read them all or that they were the right books to own. [24]
At the same time, it made sense that Veronica didn’t give me a simple answer, didn’t do or say what I hoped or expected. In this she was at least consistent with my memory of her. Of course, at times, I’d been tempted to set her down as a woman of mystery, as opposed to the woman of clarity I married in Margaret. True, I hadn’t known where I was with her, couldn’t read her heart or her mind or her motivation. But an enigma is a puzzle you want to solve. I didn’t want to solve Veronica, certainly not at this late date. She been a bloody difficult young woman, 40 years ago, and – on the evidence of this two-word two-finger response – didn’t seem to have mellowed with age. [82]
… There was a moment in my late twenties, when I admitted that my adventurousness had long since petered out. I would never do those things adolescence had dreamt about. Instead, I mowed my lawn, I took holidays, I had my life.
But time . . . how time first grounds and then confounds us. We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them. Time . . . give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical. [93]
Barnes, Julian. The Sense of an Ending. Vintage: London, 2012.



