Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca
This is a quick blog about the genre-that-must-not-be-named. As genres go, it is arguably the most popular, and certainly so when you look at Amazon sales and reams of reviews, but it is also the most sneered at. It is my weakness. My dirty little secret. Romance. Of course, Romance! I … Continue reading My Dirty Little Secret
Today, I blew my nose for the first time since my septoplasty, turbinoplasty, tonsillectomy and palatoplasty. The results were not pretty, but it felt bloody wonderful. And I can breath! For years I knew I had nasal and sinus issues and felt blocked much of the time, but now the effortless floatiness of breathing through … Continue reading Where’s my Uvula?
Gilgamesh, taken from the title of the Mesopotamian poem which features throughout the book, is an absolute must read. It is a beautifully crafted novel, sparse in language and structure yet, at the same time, the story told is downright epic. We’re taken through three generations of a fascinating family, traverse three continents, and are … Continue reading Gilgamesh by Joan London