This week, the crew behind Top Ten Tuesday suggested we revisit our favourite childhood characters and speculate on where they might be now. I’m flouting the rules and leaving my favourites JUST THE WAY THEY ARE. Continue reading →
We begin with The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Shamefully, it’s a book that I read (*ahem* skimmed) during high school and one that I haven’t revisited. I really should give it the attention it so obviously deserves. Continue reading →
I’ve been a bit all-over-the-shop with blogging lately – heaps of posts one week then big stretches of nothing. A meme here, a reading challenge there. So when you’re on a good thing (randomness), stick to it. I’m joining in Kerri Sackville’s #MyFirst challenge this week, simply because when I saw the topic I knew EXACTLY what I would write about.
This is it folks – the only time you’re likely to see Henry James and Judith Krantz mentioned in the same list.
Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature created and hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. Each week a new ‘top ten’ challenge is posted – anyone can join in. This week’s topic is Top Ten (or in my case, eight) Authors I’m Thankful For.
1. John Irving – master story-teller and the creator of the most memorable characters.
2. Judy Blume – for everything.
3. E. L. James – for providing my girlfriends and I with SO MANY laughs whilst reading aloud. For the record, reading FSoG in a monotone has become my girls-weekend-away-party-trick.
4. Charlotte Wood – not only a beautiful writer but an awesome recommender of books. Continue reading →
I was recently asked what’s my favourite book. A really, really hard question. I don’t have one favourite – I have lots that I like for different reasons. A cop-out? Perhaps. So I rephrased the ‘favourite’ question for the person who asked me and said “I may not be able to tell you my single favourite book but I can tell you the book that made me a ‘reader’.”
Yes, there is one book that dominates my early reading memories. It’s a book that was read aloud to me and a book that I then read alone. It’s the first book I was caught reading under the covers with a torch. And without question, it’s the book that made me love, love, love reading.