The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne follows the life of Cyril Avery (not a real Avery, you understand), who is adopted by way of a hunchback redemptorist nun. I didn't judge this book by its cover, but by its title. It's a bit fancy and a bit inspirational at the same time. The blurb hooked me... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when someone hands you a tub of green gunk and tells you it smells dubious but it works,you just have to trust them and try it.
Disclosure: I think I bought this when I was drunk. Amazon is sneaky like that. I must have been drawn to it for some reason, but it's not my usual fayre. Suffragettes, London, wartime, feminism... I do always like it when a book's chapters are split into the different characters, so you get a different... Continue Reading →
Acquired at Lytham Hall for 50p. The blurb was intriguing so I went with it as I loitered outside the loos. It's lovely. It made me think. It made me laugh. Read it. Just for for the list of life advice near the end. Even if you think, 'Aliens? Really?' Yes. Really. Read it. See... Continue Reading →