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”
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
Continue reading “BOOKISH FINDS: Charity Shop Treasures”
“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.
Continue reading “REVIEW: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath”