After two year of part-time study, furiously writing and re-writing, reading and analysing, I’ve finally finished my Masters, and although I’m relieved and proud of what I’ve achieved, and excited to be let loose on whatever books I choose, I am a little bit sad. For a while now it’s been my main focus, and without it I feel a little adrift. So to cheer myself up I did what I do naturally; I bought some books.
I’ve wanted this beautiful copy of Virginia Woolf’s Orlando since it was released, and when I went into Waterstones I saw that they had it and it seemed like the perfect book to invest my pennies in. I’ve been reading a lot of books recently that explore gender stereotypes and the roles of women, and they honestly fascinate me, I might have to do another degree, and when I got to the till they had this eye-catching copy of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s We Should All Be Feminists, which seemed like the perfect companion to Orlando. I had actually been looking for it but hadn’t been able to find it, so it felt like fate when it just happened to be right next to the till. I’ve only read one of her short stories so far, and I want to read more of her writing, and this seems like a good place to start.
I also bought a copy of Oh Comely. I don’t usually buy many magazines, except for the occasional copy of Mslexia, but I’ve seen copies of Oh Comely in the super cool hairdressers I used to go to in Falmouth, and I always thought it was so beautifully crafted, so I picked it up and I might actually get a subscription because the illustrations, and the content are just brilliant. So much food for thought, and book recommendations!
Nothing makes me smile like a well-delivered pun, and since I moved to Liverpool I’ve had my eye on the David Sock-Knee socks in Utility. I promised myself that when I finally finished my course I would buy myself a pair, and I did. I think they combine my love of words and art perfectly, but now that I have them I don’t want to ruin them by actually wearing them.