Mark Forsyth's non-fiction books are a treat. Erudite jaunts through the origins of the English language, every one of Forsyth's works has been accompanied with hours of laughter, and The Horologicon: A Day's Jaunt Through the Lost Words of the English Language is no different. It doesn't quite measure up to my memory of The... Continue Reading →
https://youtu.be/kwXfu_iDL3I When I picked up Jane Yolen's Briar Rose, I did not fully realize how hard it hits. I knew I'd wanted to read this book for a long time, but I'd all but forgotten the conceit at its core--rather than your run of the mill retelling of Sleeping Beauty, Briar Rose frames the centuries-old... Continue Reading →
If you missed out on my joyful review of the first volume of Giant Days, you can click here. I barely began my reading of the second volume of the brilliant slice-of-life when already I found myself transformed by it! How, you ask - and I won't just tell you, I'll show you! You see... Continue Reading →
I'm happy with the progress I've made with Haruki Murakami's books over these last few months. Kafka on the Shore in May, Norwegian Wood in September and just this last week, What I Talk About when I talk About Running. The last is freshest in my mind but I'll contain myself and instead turn to... Continue Reading →
Jack Reacher Jack Reacher's a drug that I can't stop using. I first got addicted to the gruff ex-MP (military police, not member of Parliament) at the age of 15, with the thirteenth novel penned by Lee Child, Gone Tomorrow - what a wild ride that was! I revisited him about two years ago, listening... Continue Reading →
Hello, everyone! I've read(listened to) one excellent book and a few deeply enjoyable ones, and it's well past time for me to talk about them. And just in case you're curious... Here's the last pair of mini-reviews! The Wonderful Wizard of Oz It's hard to believe I haven't read The Wonderful Wizard of Oz until... Continue Reading →
Soul Music, the Sixteenth Discworld novel, wasn't necessarily my favourite read of his. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty that's amusing, and more than just one or two poignant moments that showcase the depth of skill at Pratchett's pen nib. This is part of the Death sub-series of Discworld novels, as you might've guessed from... Continue Reading →
You read it here first, folks. I'm doing a book tag! I saw this tag done over at Bookdragonism and I decided I HAD TO HAVE SOME OF THAT ON ME BLOG! It's about books, it has so many needlessly convoluted categories and I love every single one of them, so let's crack those knuckles... Continue Reading →
My review of Monstress Vol. 01 -- here. The Blood reveals a few missing pieces about Maika Halfwolf's family and our young protagonist's complex relationship with her mother, while it also answers several mysteries first set up in volume one. What did I like about this volume the most? I think it was the revelation... Continue Reading →
The entirety of this review is published over at booknest.eu. Below is an exerpt of it because...well, #everythingiscontent, and this is mine. Entering a new fictional world that might take up dozens or even hundreds of hours of your time is no small thing; those first few hours are decisive as they can either mesmerize... Continue Reading →
The Grimoire Reliquary 