Whatever you say about Jonathan Franzen (and there's plenty to say, no small amount of it critical), you can't deny the man his insight. He's a fine writer, as this collection of republished essays proves; though they all originate in the 90s and very early 2000s, few come across as dated; the topics Franzen addresses... Continue Reading →
I would like to take a few minutes and talk about one of the most interesting novels I've come across as of yet. Through its title, Cusk makes a thesis statement - the myth of characters, she might as well say, is holding the novel back. Faye, the novel's main character, is strangely absent from... Continue Reading →
I love listening to the autobiographies of my favourite actors and comedians. Kevin Hart, John Cleese, Felicia Day, Amanda Palmer, all have put out such engrossing, fascinating reads. I couldn't get enough of them! When I joined Twitter I described myself as “Scottish elf trapped inside a middle aged man’s body” and I still think... Continue Reading →
I am drunk on words. https://giphy.com/gifs/xiSNlqXMxsMdG https://images-eu.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51qFQs1lfAL.jpg I've read quite a lot this past week. After finishing Sanderson's Starsight, whose review you can find here (Spoilers, I thought it was beautiful), I moved onto listening to an old favourite, one of the very first books I ever wrote a teeny, tiny review for. The book... Continue Reading →
Autobiographies haven't always agreed with me. Granted, I have attempted to read a very limited number of books in this particular genre, and have finished considerably less than I've started. So, why...So, Anyway...? I'll share a secret with you -- I really am quite fond of John Cleese. He's a brilliant comedian, a part of... Continue Reading →
The Grimoire Reliquary 
