There’s a party in my eyeballs and everyone’s invited

by Lucy

Nurse! We need 200 cc of escapist reading, stat! The last month has been a month and half, with a poorly daughter and my nearest hospital about 50 miles away, my days have… Continue reading →

There’s a bat in mi belfry what I-I’m gonna do –

by Lucy

– there’s a bat in mi belfry what I-I’m gonna do, I’m gonna fix that bat* that’s what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna fix that bat. *by fix I don’t mean kill, I… Continue reading →

Witches, Hyacinth Bucket and Chalky Aliens

by Lucy

  OMG I forgot to update you about the chalky Darlek! So just before Christmas my mum tells me she’s got me something that she now thinks I won’t like, but do I… Continue reading →

Murder In The dark

by Lucy

Murder by Matchlight is one of the British Library Crime Classics I asked for this Christmas, as at about £6 each and of a reliable standard of criminal cosiness, they don’t disappoint, or… Continue reading →

Happy New Year, Happy New Books!

by Sarah

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 →

80% Cat, 20% Book

by Lucy

I have just finished C. J. Sansom’s Tombland, 800-odd pages of social rebellion and murder, Tudor-style. Sansom’s Shardlake series are always well-researched page turners, but if you’ve not read any before you wouldn’t… Continue reading →

Christmas presents…for me!

by Lucy

So, my mum rings me up – Mum: I ordered you this thing online, it looked ceramic but now it’s here it seems powdery and cheap. Do you still want it? Me: Err,… Continue reading →

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 →

Proust goes on holiday

by Sarah

My last post was all about the stress. As we were feeling frazzled, my husband, daughter and I booked flights and Air BnB and headed to Kos for some half term sunshine –… Continue reading →