This book is a hug, a warm bath, a bowl of porridge on a cold morning, a kind word. It's pure and simple and wonderful. See what else I thought here.
If you ever wondered what a conversation between Mary Shelley and Elon Musk would look like; wonder no more. Jeanette Winterson’s Frankissstein is the embodiment of that chat. Read more here...
Today’s review features books from the second two categories: ‘The Holiday’ by T. M. Logan and ‘Something to Live For’ by Richard Roper. Both of these books are perfect holiday books: easy to read, enjoyable and satisfying.
This funny, honest book bowled me over like an avalanche sliding towards a sapling. Page after page cast up more and more similarities between main character, Tori, and me in my early 20s. I could relate to almost every beautifully-delivered line. From feeling like a fraud to watching friends get married and having kids to … Continue reading Book review: How Do You Like Me Now?
The Undoing of Arlo Knott is a masterpiece. It ticks all of my boxes: fallible, human characters; an unpredictable plot; vivid descriptions and an effortless writing style; and thought-provoking scenes and issues.
I put off reading The Silence of the Girls for quite some time. Partly because I knew it was going to be a sad, tough read. And partly because it would signal the end of my Greek myth binge. Now I’ve read it, I wish I’d put it off for even longer, because nothing will live up to the first read of this exquisite novel.
By Ann Napolitano Synopsis One summer morning, a flight takes off from New York to Los Angeles. There are 192 passengers aboard: among them a young woman taking a pregnancy test in the airplane toilet; a Wall Street millionaire flirting with the air hostess; an injured soldier returning from Afghanistan; and two beleaguered parents moving … Continue reading Book review: Dear Edward
This is an epic myth; an epic retelling; an epic love story. It broke my heart from the first chapter and continued to dance across the pieces for the remaining 32.
June has been a funny month. I started it in Ibiza, holding a gin and tonic the size of my head, and I’ll finish it on my sofa, probably crying along to Queer Eye. Now, here's my June wrap-up
The writing in some novels is like candy floss: light, delicate and easy to enjoy. But this gets sickly, fast, and often leaves you hungry just moments later. Some novels are like honey on toast. Comforting, soothing and able to cure all ills. And a rare few read like the taste of a Michelin-starred meal. … Continue reading Book review: The Essex Serpent