“For the briefest moments, his greatest fear in life was that a butterfly would get caught in the spokes of his bike.”
Sloane Crosley, The Clasp, (2015)
There are a lot of different themes at play in Sloane Crosley’s The Clasp, but I think for me the most compelling was the idea of letting go of the things that are holding you back, especially if they are things you want badly.
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At Ziferblat time is literally money but nothing else is. I’ve wanted an excuse to slip in for a while and today it seemed like the perfect place to unwind after an interview this morning. Ziferblat home is Liverpool’s Albert Docks, a port in the storm for gallery visitors, tourists, shoppers or someone simply looking for a good place to curl up with a book.
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Book & a Brew are a company that send their subscribers a mystery hardback book and beverage each month, fusing two great loves in one small package.
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I have a terrible habit of going into supermarkets to buy mundane items and coming out with things that I hadn’t intended on buying. This is a big issue in Asda, because they have a deal on their books and quite a few of them are surprisingly good. On this occassion I went to buy a fineliner and some fruit and came out with:
- The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson
- In a Dark Dark wood by Ruth Ware
- Reasons to Stay Alive by Matt Haig
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“when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right almost diagonally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them away”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)
Picking a favourite line from The Bell Jar was almost impossible, because I had literally pages of them. I’m not usually one to mark up my books. I keep them in pristine condition, or at least as pristine as can be expected. But I had to keep track of the lines that caught my attention because they were just too good not to be documented.
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