ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN BOOKLAND
“They will say ‘Agnes’ and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.” Continue reading “Burial Rites – Hannah Kent”
It happens every winter: I stop reading. Or, more accurately, I stop finishing books. Continue reading “I finished some books!”
A person never forgets the landscape of their childhood.
“You’re going to think me crazy. I want to make a memory machine. I believe it’s possible. Everyone is capable of time travel for a minute or so by running up and down the scales of their memories. But what if you could capture those memories like a film? Then they could be played again in the four dimensions of space.”
“I see what you’re driving at. A place where time wouldn’t have the same hold over us.”
“I’ve got a question for you,” she said. “Have you ever in your life come to realize that everything, absolutely everything, depends on you?”
Raymie didn’t even have to think about the answer to this question. “Yes,” she said.
“Duh,” said Beverly. Continue reading “Raymie Nightingale – Kate DiCamillo”
The sky gets bigger as the train travels further north. Continue reading “The Outrun – Amy Liptrot”
A bone angel, all that was left of a farm and a view and a hope of prosperity. An angel that Ida prayed to, not believing it was magic, not believing that it wasn’t. Beautifully carved it was though, lovingly made, meant to pass on and protect. Continue reading “London Lies Beneath – Stella Duffy”
The monster showed up after midnight. As they do. Continue reading “A Monster Calls – Patrick Ness”
Ask The Passengers, by A S King
When my friend returned this to the library and discovered that I hadn’t read it, I asked her to convince me. This involved no more than the words “school”, “America” and “gay”, and the assurance that she’d loved it. I am easily swayed. I took it home with me that afternoon, and read it in two days. I was that annoying person walking down the road with a book because I just didn’t want to stop reading. Continue reading “Ask The Passengers, and coming out”
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE 