Today is International Women’s Day so I thought what better way to bookishly commemorate the day than by sharing some of my favourite women writers and their works. There are quite a few of them, and I could probably waffle on about Jane Austen for as long as anyone would listen, it could be days, so I’m going to limit myself to five authors that I love, and five authors that I’d like to read. Spoiler alert though: Jane Austen will feature and their will be some gushing involved. Sorry. Continue reading “READING LISTS: International Women’s Day”
If you’re anything like me then you probably have an unhealthy attachment to most books. You can’t bear to get rid of them, even though their piled up under your bed, in your cupboard, one literary Jenga game waiting to tumble down and knock you senseless. You would probably still love them even then. But, like with most of the objects we collect, there are certain books that mean something more to me. It might be to do with the writing, the way a book makes me feel, or it might be because it was a gift, or I read it at a certain time. So, what with the dreaded move which involved a look of book lifting and rearranging, I thought now would be the perfect time to revisit some of the books that have a special meaning to me. Continue reading “READING LISTS: Books That Have Sentimental Value”
If you know my, you’ll know I very rarely re-read anything. I have a trusty copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky that I open every now and again when I’m looking for comfort and Conversations with the Fat Girl by Liza Palmer when I need a boost, but other than that once I pick up a book I very rarely read it again. I’m not sure it its because I feel so far behind a lot of the time, I don’t always read books when they come out, or whether it’s just that once I’ve closed the cover I don’t feel the need to pick it up again, but re-reading is one of those things I very rarely do, like going to the gym and eating low-fat yogurt.
So, I had a think about the books I would re-read if I ever got round to it and surprisingly there were more YA books than I expected. Continue reading “READING LISTS: 10 Books I’d Like to Re-read”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)
Sometimes the best books are the ones that sneak up on you. I haven’t been into any charity shops in a while but, as my bookish desires were growing stronger, I decided to pop into a couple whiles I was milling around town. The Oxfam on Bold Street in Liverpool has a really great selection of books helpfully arranged by genre and a great selection of vintage clothing and records to. It’s definitely worth a visit if you’re ever around the area. I almost bought a beautiful copy of Maurice and Howards End by E. M. Forster, but there are only so many books you can carry. Here’s what I did pick up:
- A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
- 31 Songs by Nick Hornby
- Selected Poems by Sylvia Plath
- The Giver by Lois Lowry
“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.