I do feel guilty that I often brazenly ignore my screaming TBR pile in favour of the free ebook samples that litter my Kindle. It’s a new favourite pastime of mine: loading up on recommendations from GoodReads and the likes, downloading simply all of the samples and flicking through them one by one, deciding which ones deserve my attention. I’ve deliberately placed my TBR shelf next to my bed, tomes I’ve owned for yonks just glaring at me while I consistently reach for new books I’ve only just heard about. So when I pick up a story like Bird Box, I feel justified. There’s a reason I pick up quite a few books on a whim: and it’s because I find a lot of my absolute favourite books this way. Continue reading
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted about me. Not in the ‘personal life’ sense but as an ‘author’, ‘book reviewer’, a person on social media trying to build herself a presence. I don’t do it often, mainly because I’ve been subscribing to that awfully British philosophy of not wanting to bother anybody.
But I’ve been reading Amanda Palmer’s glorious autobiography The Art of Asking and I don’t mind telling you it has inspired me. Which is why I’m going to tell you about my projects, and hope you might be interested. Continue reading
The girls were never present for the entrance interviews. Only their parents, their guardians, their confused siblings, who wanted so much to help them but didn’t know how. It would have been too hard on the prospective students to sit there and listen as the people they loved most in all the world – all this world, at least, dismissed their memories as delusions, their experiences as fantasy, their lives as some intractable illness.
Imagine a world where you are not only accepted, but revered. Where you’re not different, a minority, or misunderstood. A magical world of supernatural beings, exactly the kind of reality you’re into, a place where you feel 100% at home. But for whatever reason, you were cast out, and now you’re back in the Real World. And it isn’t kind.
I do love a trashy read every once in a while. True, I don’t have much interest in the so-called celebrities that constantly occupy The Daily Mail’s sidebar of shame, but the Royal Family is a different story. I’m fascinated by the servant-master relationships that go on, I love the history of the monarchy and the traditions it holds. Most of all, I love the gossip. Because with a family that’s so ridiculously far removed from reality, how can I help but get sucked in?