(and write)
Sat not three feet from the gently rippling Caribbean sea, I turned the last of the 415 pages of Preparation For The Next Life by Atticus Lish. As a few beads of sweat from the wonderful, sweltering heat dripped onto the cover as I gazed at it in awe, I'm sure there was a tear... Continue Reading →
Appallingly cliched analagy alert
To be honest, I've used the phrase 'suspend disbelief' quite a lot recently, mostly in relation to books. Anyone who knew me 10 years ago or more would have certainly needed to suspend theirs if they'd been told I was going to run a 50 mile ultra marathon. Myself included! Well, I only went... Continue Reading →
daunted by it's weight, page count and small print (and luggage allowance!).
Grief top-trumps is a game I find objectionable
she proclaimed "I still haven't found her head!"
