After slowly reading and becoming enthralled by Ted Hughes’ collection Crow, I feel better equipped for my long journey into the world of poetry. Although I’m not entirely sure how to go about writing reviews of poetry books, I’d like to at least chronicle the collections I’m reading in the hope that it might serve as an interesting (although in no way authoritative) guide for other people out there who might want to read more poetry. Continue reading “All the Poetry! (Part One)”
So, here we are: after many months of dipping in and out, of struggling and re-reading and feeling mystified, I have reached the end of Crow. I was absolutely determined to like it, and to begin with it was sheer bloody-mindedness that kept me going. But little by little, I did start to ‘get’ it and by the end, I was hugely enjoying it. Continue reading “Crow – Ted Hughes”
In which I recount hitting a new level of procrastination, feel bewildered by Philip Pullman’s Grimm Tales, and do a bit of squealing.
You know those really long internet searches where one thing leads to another and another and before you know it three hours have slipped by? I fell into one of those cyberspace sinkholes one thundery Thursday (aptly enough) a few weeks back when I really should have been busy packing up all my stuff from uni. But instead of emerging from that sinkhole with only a spinning head and a sense of guilt and mild panic at the amount of time spent staring at arrays of pixels, I also surfaced with an excited determination to go out and buy The Bird King and other sketches by Shaun Tan. Continue reading “On the discovery of Shaun Tan in a cyberspace sinkhole”
If I had to choose one book to take to a desert island, I would probably choose Good Omens. Not only for tactical reasons – two incredible authors in one book – but because it is a book that you can read again and again and it remains as fresh and as hilarious as ever. Continue reading “Good Omens – Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman”