Things Fall Apart – Chinua Achebe

by Sarah

This month’s book group read was Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe. I read the slim volume quite a few weeks ago now so I was glad of the discussion in the local pub’s… Continue reading →

The Hoarder

by Lucy

When I was a kid I assumed ‘munging’ (soft g, like the bean) was a thing every family did. I thought the act of going to an elderly relative’s house and going through… Continue reading →

Clothes, Music, Boys, and why Viv Albertine is my new heroine.

by Sarah

I found this copy of Viv Albertine’s memoir in a charity shop a few months ago. None of the titles in my TBR tower were particularly calling out to me, so I picked… Continue reading →

Summer Book Group Reads, Part 2:’The Words in My Hand’ by Guinevere Glasfurd

by Sarah

I hadn’t come across Guinevere Glasfurd’s The Words in My Hand before it got plucked out of the hat as one of my book group’s Summer read choices. I love that book groups introduce… Continue reading →

Summer Book Group Reads, Part 1: ‘Station Eleven’ by Emily St. John Mandel

by Sarah

My new book group has not had the smoothest of starts. It would be easier to get a dozen cats into baskets and en route to the vet’s than it’s been persuading a… Continue reading →

Boats and Beasts.

by Sarah

We’ve had such a resplendent summer, it felt like it would go on and on. However, the holidays are over, the schools are back and the weather has started to show a distinctly… Continue reading →

Into the Trees by Robert Williams

by Lucy

This is a one of the library lottery books I got out a few weeks ago. I barely look at library books, in supermarket trolley-dash style I grab anything that has a nice… Continue reading →

Crime and Pentominoes

by Sarah

By some strange synchronicity, Lucy (my partner in crime here at Hard Book Habit) and I, have both ended up working night shifts for the council (albeit in different corners of the UK).… Continue reading →

We’re going to need a bigger handbag…

by Lucy

My brain is currently the consistency of a lukewarm bowl of Angel Delight (and not even butterscotch, the only good flavour, but some putrid crap like strawberry). As I’m currently doing the zero… Continue reading →

Is it a Kind of Dream?

by Sarah

I might miss how easy it is to score a cultural fix in the city, and the silky smooth tarmac beneath my feet, but at this time of year the countryside wins hands… Continue reading →