“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”
Philip Pullman
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August Bookshelf: Modern Rest and Relaxation
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
John Donne, ‘The Autumnal’
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July Bookshelf: Sour Stories of Heartburn
“Did you know, Putnam, more people are murdered at ninety two degrees Fahrenheit than any other temperature? I read an article once — lower temperatures people are easy-going, over ninety two it’s too hot to move but just ninety two, people get irritable!“
Sherrif Warren, It Came from Outer Space
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May Bookshelf: My Thesis is Completely Fine
“I think that it is perfectly normal to talk to oneself occasionally. It’s not as though I’m expecting a reply. I’m fully aware that Polly is a houseplant.”
Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
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April Bookshelf: Bitter Little Murders
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
March Bookshelf: Live Through This Flu
“In a world too often governed by corruption and arrogance, it can be difficult to stay true to one’s philosophical and literary principles.”
Olivia Caliban, A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017)
March was a great month for reading and a not-so-great month for my immune system. Continue reading “March Bookshelf: Live Through This Flu”
February Bookshelf: We Were Eight Years in the Bardo
“The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending, free.”
Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me
I have read a bit less than usual this month than last, but I have a few good reasons. Firstly, I moved into a new flat in a new town this month, and spent several days reading nothing more dense than an Ikea assembly leaflet. Secondly, February only has twenty-eight days, and there really is nothing I can do about that. And finally, I got a great new job! Continue reading “February Bookshelf: We Were Eight Years in the Bardo”
