Misery Loves Company

by Lucy

When it was published, reviewers said ‘Jeez, that’s one messed-up book’ (I’m paraphrasing there). It was the first adult classic I read. I was about twelve and didn’t understand large chunks of it,… Continue reading →

All Church And No Prostitutes Would Have Made Robert A Dull Boy

by Lucy

Jekyll and Hyde is more Gothic than a black cat wearing a skull collar, sat on the turret of a crumbling castle, listening to The Cure on its iPod. Stevenson wrote it whilst… Continue reading →

What In God’s Name Is Up With The Gods?

by Lucy

Film and the snippets of legends in the public consciousness make the Greek gods out to be so, well damn god-like. Sitting about what looks like a health spa on a mountain in… Continue reading →

The Wages Of Sin Should Be Dog Food

by Lucy

I feel really, really sorry for Sin. She’s had a horrible time of it, much worse than Oliver Twist or little orphan Annie. The sun is not coming out for her tomorrow, or… Continue reading →