Blogmas Day 21: Christmas Reads

One day I’d love to own and run a book shop. It would be called Pages and would also sell excellent coffee and big slabs of homemade cake. It would have comfy, buttery, deep-seated leather armchairs and wooden floors and the best events, workshops and literature based discussions. And at Christmas, I would have a […]

Blogmas Day 20: Seasonal Bookseller Throwback

Round about this time of year but back in 2013, I worked as a Seasonal Bookseller at Waterstones Piccadilly; the flagship store. And in short, it was the best job I ever had. That’s right. You heard it here first. I loved it, I loved being surrounded by books, stroking their spines and restocking them, […]

Naughty Noughties

*SPOILER ALERT!* Ben Master’s debut novel is obnoxious and confusing at first, hard to get into, but well worth pursuing. I got given this book by Penguin (the publishers, not the antarctic inhabiting, flightless and very cute bird) when I went to their publishing open day and it is clearly a book they had picked out […]

Oh, here’s to you Mrs Robinson: The Graduate

*SPOILER ALERT!* The Graduate, is one of the easiest books I have ever read, in fact it’s like reading a play but entirely in prose format. You could read it in a few hours. It is short and to some degree sweet. Frustrating, because the ending leaves so much unsaid but ultimately an interesting read. […]

‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…’

So it turns out I was named after Daphne Du Maurier’s most successful and well-known novel Rebecca. R-E-B-E-C-C-A, that is my real name. I wonder how many others have been named after beautiful literary classics. And I wonder how many literature loving females have been named after a deceitful and deceased, adulteress guilty of incestuous activity? […]

‘If this is another call from PPI…’

I do not have PPI. I repeat, I do not have Payment.Protection. Insurance; mainly because I haven’t got a loan, credit card, car or finance for my non-existent car or mortgage. In fact it’s a definite salt-in-the-wound situation with PPI, who text, email and phone me almost to spitefully remind me that I have nothing. Almost everyday. […]