On the book struggles of moving to Spain

I’ve never counted the number of books I own, because I think it would scare me. It’s definitely somewhere in the triple figures, but other than that I don’t even want to guess. Every year I have the struggle of choosing which books to take from my gargantuan bookcases at home and transport to my university accommodation, where they pile up on the floor* and glare at me as they get slowly dusty**. Continue reading “On the book struggles of moving to Spain”

Two mind-bending historical novels

Earlier this month I visited Prague with some friends, and I decided on the perfect book to read while there: HHhH by Laurent Binet, which deals with the Nazi occupation of the Czech Republic and which I had been wanting to re-read for a while. As usual, my reading plans didn’t work out and I didn’t actually manage to start reading it while we were away… but no matter, I’ve read it since coming back! Continue reading “Two mind-bending historical novels”