I really want to love people

But some, as my friend Maggie put it the other day, “make it really fucking hard.”

I haven’t written on here for some time. For this, I’m sorry. But there’s so much hatred in the world at the moment (isn’t there always?) that it feels like we’re overflowing with it and I have to write about it or explode. Continue reading

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What does it mean to be a bookworm?

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

Loki and other tricksters

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

Joanne Harris, Norse myth and a bookshop in Chichester

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:

My ticket. Note the single-digit number. I got in there quickly!

My ticket. Note the single-digit number. I got in there quickly!

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

Editing, reading… Oh, and cat-sitting

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