It’s the long, sultry summer of 1982 in a small town in upstate New York. School friends Matthew and Patrick are spending the day up in the Swangum mountains. Nothing about this is unusual - it's where they've whiled away many summer days past. ‘I loved it in the Swangums, the summer of ‘81 one … Continue reading Book Review | Grist Mill Road by Christopher Yates
"And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecision and revisions. And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles. And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk..."
I'll be the first to admit that an interesting title, even more so than an interesting cover, is what catches my eye. I have bought a great deal of books on the basis of the title alone - and so far it has almost always resulted in a great read! I like titles that hint … Continue reading Top 10 Tuesday | Top Ten Unique Book Titles
I feel like it might be a little late to start a TBR for autumn, but since I have just moved to the sunny climes of the United States South-East, where it very much does not feel like the British autumns I am accustomed to, the season has barely begun in my mind...
Cruise ships have a certain eeriness about them. Stuck out in the middle of the ocean, thousands of miles from land, often in enclosed, windowless cabins, the ceaseless rhythm and roar of the water beneath you. But for journalist Lo Blacklock, a trip aboard the Aurora’s maiden voyage is too good an opportunity to pass … Continue reading Book Review | The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware
‘That was how he described the knot he’d carried in his chest ever since he could remember - a knot that, no matter how often he picked at it, would never loosen. The knot persisted throughout his childhood, into his teens: a tight confusion of endless loops, without beginning without middle without end.’
"The sunlight that came splintering through the wide window, dissolving into grains of sand, and the beauty of that body that, though this was not visible to the eye, was also ceaselessly splintering …"