Alone In Berlin. The thing I have for the darker parts of history.
With each passing year, I read a little more. Some days, it’s to provoke laughter. On others, it’s puzzlement. Some days, it’s to relax. On others, to mentate in places […]
With each passing year, I read a little more. Some days, it’s to provoke laughter. On others, it’s puzzlement. Some days, it’s to relax. On others, to mentate in places […]
I started this blog so that you and I could talk about books, old, new or true. When I post about a new book, the result is a handful of […]
dystopia: n. an imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad There are books that wrestle with your insides. They twist upon themselves, cramping, writhing, peristalsing until […]
There’s a voice in my head that I am not proud of. Lately I’ve taken to calling it “the relationship grinch”. Having had an experience or two that I’d rather […]
“No. Never, not even when falling asleep, will I ever proudly mutter about nothing being able to surprise me. No. As one year has passed, so will another, and it […]
A few months ago, I was set a challenge to read Dune in time for a Dune in June Read-Along on Bluebird Blvd. It also became, fittingly, the first proper review […]
In light of my recent reading of the Vonnegut biography, I have purchased a few Vonnegut goodies from the good folk at Avid Reader. The first being a collation of […]
You may recall my mention of a young North American? At the time, he was known to me as an engineer, now medical student, and a reader of True Crime and […]
There is a thing called people pleasing. If you are not careful, it will turn you inside out. Eat away at your goodwill. Foster an invisible resentment that smoulders away […]
A long time ago in a coffee shop far far away… A sandy-haired teenage boy told a very naive girl about his favourite book. “I will not like it,” she […]