Happy New Year, Happy New Books!
Happy New Year! In shocking news, I’m breaking with my own traditions this January by not making any resolutions. Nope, not a single one. As the world hurtles towards oblivion, it feels pointless… Continue reading
Happy New Year! In shocking news, I’m breaking with my own traditions this January by not making any resolutions. Nope, not a single one. As the world hurtles towards oblivion, it feels pointless… Continue reading →
An unexpected boon of getting up early on a Saturday morning to run 3 miles at my local parkrun (the very lovely Colby Gardens) is being able to pop into Narberth on my… Continue reading →
I popped into Cardigan’s Oxfam last week and took a chance on a clutch of novels I have mixed feelings about. I immediately hear alarm bells when I spot rave reviews from The… Continue reading →
This time, mine! Keeping my fingers and toes crossed that I’d be able to navigate the snowy country lanes around my house, last Saturday, I spent my birthday at the football with my… Continue reading →
A belated Happy New Year to one and all! Christmas is now but a distant memory, yet I’m reluctant to cease the treats and have turned the crisps, wine and mince pie-related revelry… Continue reading →
A couple of weekends ago I headed off for a much looked forward to reunion with some old friends from my Brighton book group. I’m still a member, reading the monthly book choices… Continue reading →
It was my birthday last week, and as well as having a fabulous time and being spoiled rotten, some of my presents were books – woohoo! The best thing about being bought books… Continue reading →
Happy New Year to you all! I do hope Santa made all your booky dreams come true – if all the wonderful new Christmas book posts I’ve been snooping at are anything to… Continue reading →
I trip into Narberth a few weeks ago left me with a bumper crop of acquisitions to add to my swelling bookshelves. The Paul Sartori charity shop was having a book clear out,… Continue reading →
There are everyday book hauls, the ones in which you pick up a clutch of interesting titles to add to the steady accumulation of your own living incarceration in a paper carapace, and… Continue reading →