My childhood home was littered with books on every available surface. They were stacked in wobbly piles on the floor, and two deep on the few makeshift shelves that threatened to collapse as we rooted around for something interesting to read. Imagine my unbridled delight at having floor to ceiling, wall to wall shelves in my adult home! Imagine also what it must be like to have no home, no place to call your own, and even worse, no country …
Month: January 2020
What are end papers, you ask? In making a hardback book, the block of printed pages is attached to the boards of the cover by glueing a folded sheet of …
A shiver runs down my spine whenever a customer says these eight little words. What makes one person laugh can leave another confused, irritated even. My fondest memory is of …
I read Pachinko by Min Jin Lee last year (see previous post), and when I finished it, I knew it was very good. But I didn’t realise how good. It …
I have never been one for new year’s resolutions. However, in the last few years the idea of beginning as you mean to go on has grown on me. I …
There was a time when I would read a book cover to cover whether I was enjoying it or not. It was as if I was obeying an unwritten rule …
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