Reading someone’s autobiography can go one of two ways. When I started Amy Poehler’s ‘Yes Please’ I had everything crossed. I needn’t have worried. This collection of essay-style memoirs has only made me love her more. Or wish that I was her Best Friend: Tiny Fey.
This might feel like a weird read to pick up, just as we plunge headlong into winter, but The Summer Book could be just the supçon of Scandinavian escapism you need right now. You may recognise the name of the author too, Tove Jansson wrote the Moomin books, but this is a tale for adults, despite it’s naive, almost fairytale nature.
Every time I read Uncle Montague’s Tales of Terror, I’m both afraid to put it down and to continue reading it! And invariably, I’m curiously drawn to reading it just after dark has settled, while I’m all by myself in an empty (and somehow now strangely creaky) house…
These are by far some of the most eerie and hair-raising tales I’ve ever read.
This is a book for anyone who has experienced the highs and lows of squeezing art into the world of commerce. The monotony of feeding your creativity to the corporate beast, day in, day out. Creating something wonderful, only to have it torn down by a client.
I’ve had to read this novel in chunks, to digest them all, let them slip through my bones and coagulate into further thoughts.
This is a personal, unapologetic inner monologue about the unsolvable reality of all those passing questions that make us so painfully human, and which we disregard daily, in order to survive.