Eragon, or The terrifying burden of reading books recommended by loved ones…
I didn’t love reading Eragon. But I struggled right through because my son implored me to read it, his favourite book. With talking dragons, magic, sword fights and an ordinary-boy-destined-for-greatness plot what’s not to like? Absolutely nothing – if you are eleven years old, that is. Cough, cough, formulaic, cough. However my son also recommended…
2014 – My Year in Books
It’s that time of year when the blogosphere, literary journals and newspapers are full of lists of best books of 2014. So, for what it’s worth, here’s a list of (almost) everything I’ve read this year for pleasure. The comments are simply whatever small note I made (or didn’t make) in my reading journal. I…