My Best Books for 2025

I did away with ‘top tens’ a few years ago, and instead I finish the reading year with a recap of the books that are still speaking to me (less about four and five-star ratings, more about what has stuck). Continue reading

The Happiest Things from Things That Are Making Me Happy

It’s hard to pick out the happiest of happy things but this is my list of 2025 highlights (excluding books – more on those later – and holidays, and I had some amazing ones this year, notably Hobart, Cambodia, New Zealand, and my sinkholes tour). Continue reading

A Year of Sample Saturdays – 2025 Edition

I’ve read 108 Kindle samples this year – I reckon that downloading sample chapters is more prudent than impulse buying books that don’t quite pan out after the first few chapters. Continue reading

Private Revolutions by Yuan Yang

I had a little crisis-of-age as I was reading Private Revolutions by Yuan Yang – I don’t think about my age much at all, however, this book that looked at the ‘history’ of the 1980s and 1990s made me think, gosh… that was thirty years ago!

Yang’s text examines China’s new social order through the lives of four ordinary women – June, Siyue, Leiya and Sam. Each was striving for a better future in a society that remained inherently unequal. Yang demonstrates that despite enormous economic gains, inequities in other aspects of everyday life were growing. Continue reading

Girl, 1983 by Linn Ullmann

In a recent clinical supervision session at work, we were talking about ‘high-functioning freeze‘. I happened to be reading Girl, 1983 by Linn Ullmann at the time, and I immediately thought of the protagonist.

What happened to the protagonist – and if this book was called Girl, 2025, we would say that she had been sexually assaulted – unfolds in a series of vignettes. A sixteen-year-old girl is in Paris in 1983, alone, on a modelling assignment with a notable photographer, known only as ‘K’. On her first day in the city, she gets lost in the labyrinth of streets and can’t remember where her hotel is. In desperation, she goes to K’s studio, and the day turns into evening and then the next morning. There’s alcohol, cocaine and nightclubs involved.

If K can’t remember me – the sixteen-year-old girl who turned up on his doorstep one night – is everything that happened between us (and which I promised not to tell anyone) still our secret? Or is it only mine? Continue reading