The 2019 Hitlist

Welcome back bookworms!

A little while ago I asked if a round up of my 2019 reads would be worthwhile and, receiving a resounding yes, here I am! After looking through the books I’ve picked up this past year (I diligently record and rate everything I read on Goodreads, so I can remember the highs and also think ‘what the hell was that about?’ over the lows) I’ve decided that this can’t feasibly be one blog post, it would be too much to expect you to sit through, so, if you’ll humour me, I’m going to split it in several pieces. We’ll start off with ‘5 Star Reads’, the big hitters of the year, over two posts, and then follow up with another post or two containing the ‘Best of the Rest’, books that although may not have reached the 5 star heady heights, still deserve a mention.

I’ve got my mitts on some great books in 2019 so even with this division I already fear for the length of these posts. I’d also like to add that I save some of my most anticipated reads for this time of year, as Winter/Christmas is my favourite reading season (yes I have a favourite reading season, don’t judge!) so you can safely go ahead and assume anything by Elizabeth Strout, Philip Pullman and Erin Morgenstern have got 5 stars, I am just reading them now or in the following week or two, so they won’t feature here. And one last caveat – the idea of sorting my 5 star reads into any kind of countdown to a number one spot was too much for my tired little brain, so they’re mainly being presented in the order I read them, from January to December. Well, with all that ado we best get on!

Milkman by Anna Burns

Faber & Faber

What a bloody brilliant start to my year this was. I’d been nervous of this winner of the 2018 Man Booker, whispers of it being difficult to read and stylistically challenging. I’m so glad I decided to see for myself as this book paid back tenfold in rewards for pushing myself that bit harder with this novel. We follow an 18 year old, quiet, book reading girl living in Belfast during the Troubles, and while we’re aware of the major political strife and violence occurring, the book focuses in on the more direct effects on her life at this moment. We see strict patriarchal structures asking her to be a person she doesn’t want to be, the stifling claustrophobia from her family and religious doctrine, and Milkman himself. No characters are named in this book, we meet mammy, boyfriend, the sisters, and then Milkman. A man much older, and powerful, than our protagonist, his presence is oppressive as he makes it clear he will be her partner. Architecting meetings so that the rumour mill will kick in and the town will believe his declaration and hold over her, her actual life and the one people believe she is living take two wildly divergent paths. This novel puts weighty problems within the pages, both on the shoulders of the protagonist and for the reader to work through, but it is worth it for the skill Burns has with her prose, how wickedly funny this book can be and the demonstration of the personal being political and vice versa.

Testament by Kim Sherwood


This sensitively handled first novel deeply moved me. Set across two time periods we follow the story of a Jewish artist, Silk, during the Holocaust. This is then interwoven with this the story of his granddaughter, Eva, in the present day. When Silk dies Eva is contacted by the Jewish Museum in Berlin. They have the testimony of Silk in their possession and wish to display it in the museum. Seeing on the page the questions posed to those liberated from the camps were asked to answer, sometimes only hours or days after they were freed, is heart rendering. Eva herself is unsure whether her grandfather would have wanted this document made public so travels to Berlin to see his testimony, where she finds much more about the man and his past than he had ever revealed. Sherwood has drawn from her own family history and the deep effect the holocaust had on them, and I believe this can be felt in the writing, bringing an honesty to it that is both upsetting and beautiful.

The Winter of the Witch by Katherine Arden


The final instalment of this trilogy and, oh my, it did not disappoint. Each book improved on the last for me and this series has easily found itself on my ‘favourite books of all time’ list. I don’t want to talk about this book here as if you haven’t read the series I don’t want to spoilt what happens, and if you have read the first or second book, well, you don’t need me to tell you to get the third, you’ll already be doing so. What I will do for this who are wondering if they should get involved in this world of Russian dark magic and derring do is insert a link here to my review of the first in the series!

The Little Snake by A. L. Kennedy


Charmed doesn’t even come close to the effect this book had on me. For old and young alike this homage to ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry is the most beautiful of fables. A young girl named Mary, happily living in the beguiling city she has always called home, befriends a small snake called Lanmo. He visits her as she grows older, providing comfort as the city around her begins to change beyond all measure as corruption and war take hold. Knowing there will come a day when he can no longer see Mary, the two try to accept the trials that can beset us in life with bravery and grace. Lanmo also visits others, more morally dubious than Mary, and dispenses just deserts that cannot help raise a wry smile with the reader, holding accountable those who have a striking resemblance to public figures we may also not feel so warmly towards. I could reread this several times over, almost a novella it could be consumed in one sitting, and I think you’d always come away warmed, remembering what really matters in life.

Brother by Matthew Dickman and Michael Dickman

Faber and Faber

Some poetry to wet the whistle now. This is a collection split down the middle, and flip reversed, with each half given to a brother. Both award winning poets in their own right, Matthew takes one half and Michael the other. This is the first time the two have had their work published together in a volume and it was devastating circumstances that led them to do so, after their older brother lost his life to suicide. The grief rings off every page, but there is also light to be found in the darkest of times as they remember the relationship they shared and the memories they made. An incredibly special collection.

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang


Yas Queen!! Or Yas Prince should I say! I am SO HERE for this graphic novel. Set in France, an undisclosed time ago, a young woman named Frances is working as a seamstress in a shop where her talents are seriously undervalued. When one day her work is spotted by an appreciative eye she receives a job offer she can’t refuse, making clothes for a member of the Royal Family! Moving into the palace she meets her new employer, to find they will not let her see their face, simply passing on requests for the most extravagant of dresses. Eventually discovering she is providing show stopping fashion for Lady Crystallia, who is also known as Prince Sebastian during the day, the two work to keep his secret while also allowing him to live the life he feels most happy in. Will the demands set on a Prince prove to be too much to make this possible? This story is an absolute JOY and the illustrations are perfection. Perfect for ages 8 to 88!

To prevent you all from suffering fatigue I’ll stop here for the day, but I’ll be back soon with the final instalment of the 5 star reads of 2019, and then will follow soon after with Best of the Rest! Hope some or all of these have piqued your interest and do let us know what your reads of the year have been!

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

The 2019 Hitlist

…Better Than All The Rest!

So here we are again to talk about some more of the books that have had me desperate to be (physically) at home on the sofa with nose stuck in book while (mentally) exploring a whole host of new worlds and experiences.

A great young adult read made its way into my hands a few months back and the striking cover of a censored piece of fiction had me wanting to get stuck in immediately. Anything That Isn’t This by Chris Priestley takes us to a gothic town of statues with eerily worn away faces and a castle, a constant looming presence, in which resides the all-powerful ‘Ministry’. We meet our protagonist, Frank, in his last few weeks in education and what, to him, will be the end of the daily reminder of how he doesn’t quite fit in. With aspirations of being a writer he is faced with the unpleasant truth that most in his position, good grades and family connections, will actually end up working for the Ministry. The ruling state have imposed curfews on the residents and ensured all creative output is controlled by allowing only ministry approved fiction (all published work before their reign has been consigned to one small shop, where the end two chapters of each book have been fastidiously torn out) and television programs. Frank feels the claustrophobic town bearing down on him and cannot even escape this feeling in his own home as he believes his family have simply fell in line with the system. The only relief he seems to get from this world is by either talking to his grandfather (in not exactly the most conventional of settings) and by focusing on his love for Olivia, one of the popular crowd, who he is sure would return his affections if he could just engineer the right situation for romance to blossom. I found this a great read that would be enjoyed by all, as usual don’t let the ‘young adult’ tag put you off if you don’t tick the box for that age bracket. Priestley had me questioning how far you will go to pursue your dreams and how easy it is to be sucked into a way of life without questioning the forces behind it. An added treat for the reader is the illustrations that appear throughout the novel, all in stark blacks, whites and greys, making you feel like you are roaming the streets along with Frank. I think this is a corking read for anybody aged 13 years upwards.

‘Anything That Isn’t This’ by Chris Priestley £8.99 Hot Key Books

I am almost embarrassed to be writing about this book now as I am so horribly late to the party, but it would not be honest if I did not include it in here, so, we have arrived at… ‘My Brilliant Friend’ by Elena Ferrante. Working in the book industry I obviously had seen and heard more about these books than your average release, the word of mouth buzz began and I saw the tables stacked with those covers (oh those covers, so much to be said) yet I just did not pick them up. There was no aversion to them, I am not one to reject something because it is popular, I simply had a lot of books to read and they ‘The Neapolitan Series’ kept escaping me. That was until this summer, when I was being a book shop tourist for the day (busman’s holiday and all that) and I found myself buying the first of the four part series. Well, that is it isn’t it? You Ferrante readers will know how my heart was stolen and my every waking moment was consumed by Lila and Elena. Such phenomenal writing translated so beautifully you feel as if you are experiencing the text exactly how those reading in the original language will be. Never have I read such a realistic portrayal of female friendship, with its passionate love and deep jealousy. I experienced such a thrill reading Ferrante describe the difference between the men and women of Naples, people presuming they should be frightened of the men’s explosive anger, but no, as this passes in ten minutes, whereas the women – be frightened of the women, their anger will last a lifetime. Opening the story with Elena, in her 60’s, receiving a phone call from her best friend Lila’s son, to inform her that she has not been seen for days now. Elena advices him to look around her friend’s apartment and he quickly realises that not only has his mother gone, but her possessions too, she has even gone so far as to cut herself out of every single family photo. As Elena puts down the receiver she reflects on how she is not surprised Lila has disappeared, that she knew she would always do this, and that while she can remember she is going to write their story down. We jump back to late 1940’s Naples and so the tale begins. This, for me, is fiction at its best. Engrossing and enough to make me really resent any activity that wasn’t sitting down with this book. I do worry that the covers will put some male readers off (not that I in any way believe in fiction being ‘for’ men or women specifically) but I am aware this does happen, so if you have looked at these covers and thought ‘hmmm, bit gaudy, I’ll give this one a miss’, then to you I say ‘NO you fool! Pick up the book, take it to the counter to pay and then prepare to be amazed!’

‘My Brilliant Friend’ by Elena Ferrante £11.99 (Europa Editions)

I do not have many graphic novels in my back catalogue but this is something I definitely want to change. This was a point driven home when I read ‘Everything is Teeth’, a graphic novel written by Evie Wyld and illustrated by Joe Sumner. Now I am a huge fan of Wyld’s writing, having read and recommended ‘After the Fire, A Still Small Voice’ and ‘All the Birds, Singing’ to many, so I was always going to pick this up to take a look, but I did not anticipate becoming so hooked by this form of storytelling. The tale itself initially appears to be a simple one, as we learn of Wyld’s fear of the shark and how this was a constant issue in her childhood. As we read on we quickly become aware that the story is so much more than this and is actually an examination of her relationship with her father as he grows older and eventually passes away, with Wyld’s striking, sparse style focusing on the minutiae within their relationship and having it speak volumes. Sumner, a friend of Wyld’s, has illustrated the tale in two different styles. The portrayal of Wyld and her family is done in an almost cartoonish fashion, where-as his images of the sharks are frighteningly realistic, the contrast highlighting how they were the stuff of a young girls nightmares. Squeamish when it comes to blood? Well you would assume you were safe when it comes to flicking through a book, but hold your horses, although the majority of the novel is black and white, we do see the damage that can be done by these magnificent animals as vivid, blood red suddenly leaps out at us from the pages to powerful effect. For those new to the graphic novel or seasoned pros, this would be a welcome addition to a bookshelf.

‘Everything is Teeth’ by Evie Wyld & Joe Sumner £16.99 (Random House)

So there we go, another handful of my favourites from this year’s collection. Have you read any of the above and if so, what did you think? Or do you have some favourites you think deserve a mention? Well  let us know in the comments below! Until next time,

Happy Reading!


…Better Than All The Rest!

You’re Simply the Best!

So as the year draws to a close I think it is only right that I give a nod to the books that have kept me up all night, made the hairs on my arms stand up and had me glorying in the beauty of a well turned sentence. To not over load you (as, you know me, I could talk about A LOT of books here!) I will be posting a handful of titles at a time and I won’t be giving a full review, just a nice little flavour so you can see if they have you wanting to take a nibble. With no further ado, let’s get on!

As a fully-fledged, bona fide member of the ‘oh my goodness, I ADORE ‘I Capture the Castle’ fan club, I cannot begin to explain my delight when I happened upon one of Dodie Smiths memoirs (for she has several!) ‘Look Back with Love’. This edition is published by Slightly Foxed and their usual love and attention has gone into it, sewn with french flaps, a booklovers delight. With a thick, cream jacket adorned with a wonderful sketch of a family spilling out an open top motor car, this book is a pleasure from start to finish. I never dreamed I could get back that feeling of reading ‘I Capture the Castle’ for the first time, surely no book could create that feeling inside me again, but more fool me for not trusting in Smith. She only covers a small part of her childhood in this edition but oh, what a childhood it was! Equally as eccentric as the Mortmain family, her home in the Manchester suburbs is filled with an endless cast of too good to be true characters, as the precocious young Smith gives us her take on the adult world around her. This book begs to be devoured!

‘Look Back With Love’ by Dodie Smith £12.00 (Slightly Foxed)

Taking me back to the 1920’s and the whirlwind presence of the Fitzgerald’s, Hemingway, Picasso and the gang was Villa America. Liza Klaussman has turned her gaze to Sara and Gerald Murphy, the darlings of the social scene. Hosting the parties to be seen at, the great and the good flocked around them. Despite the apparent halo over the couple, their life and marriage were not quite as perfect as it seemed, the story lets us peep behind the scenes of the golden duo. Fitzgerald went on to write ‘Tender is the Night’ about the Murphy’s and apparently they were not too happy about this, who knows what they would make of ‘Villa America’ but I was fascinated by their world of extremes. After finishing the novel I carried on reading the notes provided by Klaussman on her research and can report that this is the only book that has ever made me want to dig out every reference book mentioned to do some further reading myself! Grab a copy and be transported to the South of France.

‘Villa America’ by Liza Klaussman £12.99 (Pan Macmillan)

I am naturally drawn to fiction set in India and that which concerns those who have crossed land and oceans to make their home on new shores. ‘The Year of the Runaways’ was, therefore, a book I was always going to pick up with or without its Booker nomination (making it to the final 6 but being pipped to the post by Marlon James). This novel is quite the tome and appeared to fit in with an unspoken Booker rule this year that each read on the short list should take quite the toll on your emotions. Do not let this put you off, the book is a rewarding read as we quickly become loyal companions of the four voices telling their story from within the pages – three Indian men and one woman who is British/Indian. We meet them in Sheffield and it is quickly apparent that none of the above are having the easiest of times, everything they have in life is fought for, and it makes the reader question whether it is really all worth it. Looking for some kind of explanation as to how these four have ended up in such a bleak world we jump back in time to their lives prior to this every day struggle for existence. We head to India and watch how life can unfold to take us places we could never imagine. I had never read Sunjeev Sahota before ‘The Year of the Runaways’, but I now have his first book ‘Ours Are The Streets’ on the ‘to read’ pile, his writing is understated yet powerful and I cannot imagine anybody questioning his standing on the Granta list of best young authors. This to me felt like an important piece of writing that is made all the more relevant by the current refugee crisis.

‘The Year of the Runaways’ by Sunjeev Sahota £14.99 (Pan Macmillan)

So, have any of those first three wet you whistle? Do let me know if you like the sound of any of them and also what your reads of 2015 have been! I will be back before you know it with the next instalment, until then…

Happy Reading!

You’re Simply the Best!

Stefan Zweig – Two Books & A Chat

I consider myself to be fairly well read, obviously there are plenty of authors out there who are mentioned in those never ending lists of ‘books you should have read..’ whose work I have not delved into yet, but when I started working in the book industry I was introduced to Stefan Zweig and to this day a cloud of disappointment and guilt hangs over me that I did not arrive at his work earlier. In fairness my shame can most likely be shared by many in the UK (please accept my apologies if this is not the case for you dear reader, and also, excuse the introduction to the great man which you will not need) as despite Zweig being one of the most popular writers in the world in the 1920’s and 30’s, with more books in translation at this time than any other author, he went largely unnoticed by the British public.

A great effort to remedy this has been made by Pushkin Press, constantly championing some of the best translated fiction out there, they have published a stunning collection of his work. These editions are as fine an object to admire as much as the writing inside will set you in awe. I do not want to sound like an obsessed one man band heralding Zweig’s career blindly no matter what, I have read the criticism, the disdain sent his way for his quiet stance politically, the accusations that he was writing soap style melodrama and of course the classic argument that his writing was ‘railway carriage reading’ as it was so popular. The latter I, of course, dismiss out right. The scorn that is turned on authors and their work if they go beyond the literary establishment to be loved by swathes of the general reading public can boil my blood – but I shall not type on about this as a recent Guardian article sums up the situation beautifully (with Zweig showing this is not modern phenomena), have a read here

The first accusation, well, I really can’t answer how I would respond if I was one of the most hated Jewish writers who had managed to flee the Nazi regime just in time, would I step up and denounce them no matter what? Zweig claimed that he did not do so as he was worried about the safety of those friends left behind, this has been doubted as being the real reason, but I think that in such extreme circumstances like these one should be very slow to judge. And the last claim, soap style melodrama, well yes – Zweig did love a bit of melodramatic plot in his writing, but oh does the course of love ever run smooth, and more importantly, would we want to read about it if it did? His examination of his characters’ lives, the turmoil within them and the tension of sexual relations is nuanced and told in his simplistic style that make him a constant pleasure to read.

As confessed above I was not familiar with Zweig’s work and my introduction came through another artist I much admire, director Wes Anderson. With the release of his movie ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ Anderson admitted that a lot of his work has been directly influenced by the Austrian, after also owning to not being on exactly first name terms with him,

“I had never heard of Zweig…until maybe six or seven years ago…when I just more or less by chance bought a copy of Beware of Pity…I also read The Post Office Girl…The Grand Budapest Hotel has elements that were sort of stolen from both these books. Two characters in our story are vaguely meant to represent Zweig himself”

With the release of the movie came the publication of ‘The Society of Crossed Keys – Selections from the Writings of Stefan Zweig’. This book begins with an interview with Anderson, and the above quote, which introduces us to how exciting it can feel when you ‘discover’ the author and the world that he creates. Within the book our first word of Zweig’s comes from his memoir ‘The World of Yesterday’. You know with certain news events there will always be the inevitable ‘where were you when you heard…’ question that will remain tied with it forever? Well I remember where I was when I first read Zweig, and it ain’t glamorous. The 319 bus from Kingswood to Bath was never fun at the best of times, but this day it was sweaty with condensation, packed to the rafters and running late, usually enough to be sending my blood pressure soaring and providing a terrible start to the day. That day was different. Wedged into my seat I turned the pages and escaped into pre-war Vienna, a place evoked so reverentially I ached to travel back in time to experience the magic, it made my surroundings disappear. In the interview with Anderson he describes what a special time and place this was,

“Vienna – and the environment he grew up in was so – I guess, art was the centre of his own activity, and it was also the popular thing…the daily newspapers they got each morning had poetry and philosophical writings…Vienna was a place where there was this great deep culture, but it was the equivalent of rock stars – it was the coolest thing of the moment.”

When Zweig describes his time there you become acutely aware of how important these surroundings were for him, and why the disappearance of it all was just that much harder to stand.

The book is a great taster for readers, including not only work from his memoir but also ‘Beware of Pity’, his only completed novel, and ‘Twenty-four Hours in the Life of a Woman’, one of his many novellas. His output was as vast as it was varied, producing plays, biographies and many pieces of journalism. My most recent outing with him was to travel through time, as he introduced to me some of the great stories through the centuries in ‘Shooting Stars – Ten Historical Miniatures’. Generally I do not read a lot of history, but these bite sized pieces left me perfectly satisfied as I was waltzed through the discovery of the Pacific Ocean in 1513 through to Wilson’s failure and the Treaty of Versailles in 1919, with fascinating pit stops to be had along the way. These momentous moments in history caused me to laugh, gasp at the audacity of some and marvel at some great daring do (seventeen ships being carried across a mountainous headland as a battle strategy anyone?! And when I say carried, I mean carried!). Zweig brings these moments to life so that the people involved, such as Handel, do not read as those we can’t imagine from a past too different to our own, but as living and breathing characters we could almost reach through the page to touch. His style is as elegant and effective with his non-fiction just as we are used to in his fiction.

We cannot ignore the sad ending of Zweig’s own life story however. After escaping Vienna following Hitler’s rise to power, he made his way to London and then onto Bath, but never settled in one place until he reached Petropolis, a town 68 kilometres north of Rio, Brazil. Here he lived with his second wife until they were one day found dead, holding hands, after taking a large dose of barbiturates. The news broke worldwide, covering the front pages of many a newspaper, and a state funeral was given with mourners lining the street, all shops and facilities closed for the day. Sadly a couple of days later a friend of Zweig’s received a letter from him in which he said he would like his funeral to be ‘moderate and private’. His heart was broken, after he found himself having watched “my spiritual home, Europe, having destroyed itself”. In his final words he said,

“I think it is better to conclude in good time and in erect bearing a life in which intellectual labour meant the purest joy and personal freedom the highest good on Earth”

The outpouring from his ‘intellectual labour’ has been so loved by so many we can only give thanks for his talent and life. So although the thought of missed time reading Zweig bothers me so much, I will look up to a silver lining, there is much of his work out there for me still to discover and enjoy, and I hope after reading a little about him here you might do the same.

Happy Reading.

The Society of Crossed Keys: Selections from the Writings of Stefan Zweig £6.99 (Pushkin Press)

Shooting Stars: Ten Historical Miniatures by Stefan Zweig £8.99 (Pushkin Press)

Stefan Zweig – Two Books & A Chat

Mona Lisa by Alexander Lernet-Holenia

Recently I had to make a journey that would provide an hour where I could attend to nothing other than the bliss of reading. I decided to look through a recent selection of books that have made their way into my flat and my eyes immediately fell on the perfect travel companion. Mona Lisa by Lernet-Holenia has been published by Pushkin Press in a delightful pocket sized format and as I am constantly impressed by their output I knew I would be in safe hands. Coming in at under the 100 page mark this novella is an utterly charming distraction from the world for an hour or so, with a handful of beautiful black and white illustrations throughout I think most readers would be happy to find this popped into their stocking this Christmas.

We are taken back to 1502 as a squadron of the French army pay a visit to Florence while touring through Italy. Instructed to gather gifts for the King, Louis XII, they quickly make their way to the home and studio of a certain Mr da Vinci. After greeting his guests from across the border da Vinci is quick to inform them that he is not currently working on any artistic endeavours, but an entertaining dispute leads to the accidental unveiling of the Mona Lisa. A young soldier is stopped in his tracks by this entrancing beauty gazing at him from the canvas and she quickly consumes his every thought. Determined to find out who, and where, this woman is, our young, smitten protagonist ‘de Bougainville’ finds his life suddenly spiralling out of control as he refuses to accept explanations given about Mona Lisa and is soon making 1 plus 1 equal 5. Assuming there are sinister secrets keeping the woman who is surely his true love away from him we can only sit back and watch as the situation escalates and Bougainville’s sanity is questioned as he goes to extremes for the object of his affection.

Lernet-Holenia always considered his poetry to be where his real talent lay, but he also has several pieces of fiction out there which deal with weighty issues such as World War 1 and the Austria that he knew when he served in the army. This novella may not hold any of this heft, reading sometimes as a historical farce, but I find it to be an entertaining delight, something of an amuse bouche that has left me tantalised to try more.

Mona Lisa by Alexander Lernet-Holenia £10 (Puskin Press)


Mona Lisa by Alexander Lernet-Holenia

‘She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain’

Come in, come in and settle by the fire I have conjured up with my mind! I hope you have a cuppa in hand so we can complete the introductions and then get on to the much more important business of talking about all things literary! First of all it is only polite I introduce myself. My name is Danielle and I am happy to confess that my life is one consumed by books, it has been suggested before I have some kind of problem. For every one book I read I would say another five enter my flat, I also suffer from a real and genuine ailment which no Dr takes seriously –  a fear of dying before reading all the great literature out there. I am lucky enough to have landed my dream job working in what I consider to be the finest bookshop in the land (supported by our place in the ‘Guardian’s Top 10 Bookshops in the World‘ list) so I spend my days happily chatting away about everything reading related. Alas this still does not quench my thirst to talk about books, I have found myself becoming a nuisance to those I follow on twitter – if I see them discussing what they are currently reading I will always end up jumping into the conversation. Although most are no doubt sick of me I do still get asked for recommendations on a regular basis. So here we are, this blog is an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, stop the pestering of the innocent bookworms out there and then those who want to hear (read) me harp on can do so of their own accord.

I read a real mix of contemporary, classic, genre fiction (we can debate the whole ‘genre’ topic another day!), non fiction and plenty of YA goodness. My literary diet is varied and complete, unlike my actual diet which mainly consists of carbs and cheese. I will be reviewing pretty much everything I read on here, and no doubt news from the literary world will creep on in too, with comments on latest releases, author interviews, book podcasts and festivals.
So make yourself snug in this corner of the internet, I hope it will become a place you can turn to for some good book nattering and inspiration if you are looking for something to pick up and read next.
Now I have done my introduction it would be really lovely if any of you guys would like to say hello in the comments and let me know what you enjoy reading, any favourite authors or books.
My first review will be up on Saturday so pop by for a read, you can sign up for handy notifications when a new blog is posted, and spread the word to your book loving friends!
Until next time – happy reading!
‘She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain’