I’ve always been a reader. My parents having made damn sure I could read beyond my age range before I went to school, I have subsequently always had my nose deeply embedded in a book. Wherever I go, I take one with me. And recently, there have been a few bookish events that have resulted in me bringing more books away with me, either paid for or complementary copies. Continue reading
Let me get one thing straight before I start. Until people started saying on Twitter (and Amazon, and Goodreads, and, and, and…) that Joanne Harris must have capitalised on the popularity of the Marvel films (the implication being that a) she wouldn’t have written The Gospel of Loki at all otherwise and b) it’s only enjoyed the success it has because of Thor), I HAD NEVER HEARD OF TOM HIDDLESTON. I know. Shock, right? Well, no, actually. Not if you know me, anyway. Continue reading
I’ve always been fascinated by words. Ever since I was very small, I’d wanted to immerse myself in them. I could read (more or less self-taught) before I started infants’ school (leading to much frustration for the teachers who were trying to teach me stuff I could already do, so I sat there bored and idle, wanting them to tell me something I didn’t already know). And I plundered the local library for books, losing myself in stories. Continue reading
I was still cat-sitting in Peacehaven when I saw on Twitter that Joanne Harris had included Chichester Waterstone’s in her tour to promote her latest book, The Gospel of Loki. I rang the shop and booked myself a ticket, on the understanding that I would pay for it when I got there. This is what it looked like:
I usually avoid fantasy. It’s generally ‘not my thing’, though I have read a few good fantasy books that have come as recommendations and, of course, Neil Gaiman can be placed firmly within that category. Continue reading
It’s been an interesting week, so far. Tuesday was our regular Plot Bunnies meeting, where there were, for the second meeting in a row, 12 of us, yesterday I went training and was able to stay for the late, newly created strengthening and conditioning class (think lots of bruise-inducing arm blocks and punished stomach muscles – ouch), and I was able to stay because I was to spend the night with friends in Peacehaven, a little way east of Brighton, who had asked me to cat-sit while they were in California. Continue reading
I’ve been saying this for ages. That too many kids leaving school in the last few years do not have a sufficient level of literacy. But I’ve been digging a bit and the news, when you look for it, is shocking, if not entirely surprising. A study by the University of Sheffield has shown that almost a fifth of teenagers between the ages of 16 and 19 have a reading age at or even below that expected of an eleven-year-old. Continue reading
So, another NaNoWriMo is over, and Laz and I managed to write 150,000 between us, in the space of 30 days. Added to that, Alex, one of my kung fu brothers, also participated, and he managed 50,000, too. Between the three of us, then, we have produced 200,000 words in a single month.