Six Degrees of Separation: from No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency to England, Their England

Six Degrees of Separation is hosted by Kate at Books Are My Favourite and Best. Every month she provides the title of a book as a starting point and the idea is to link it to six other books to form a chain. A book doesn’t have to be connected to all of the others on the list – only to the one next to it in the chain.  I’ve often enjoyed reading the chains created by others, and it’s fascinating how different they all are.  I’ve thought about joining in several times.  I’m a little late in the month, but I’m going to dive in anyway. Continue reading “Six Degrees of Separation: from No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency to England, Their England”


An A – Z of those I don’t

Part 1: A to C

The choice is limited for my parallel series of posts: An A – Z of those I own.  I really don’t have that many books sitting unread on the shelves so there’s not that many to choose between for each letter.  The choice for An A – Z of those I don’t own but would like to read is a little more daunting.  There is a such a thing as too much choice.  But here we go… Continue reading “An A – Z of those I don’t”

Reading Rambles: Eowyn Ivey’s Alaska

Much as I enjoy reading other people’s book blogs, and much as admire their reading stamina, memory for detail and ability to present synopsis and opinion succinctly and in an entertaining fashion, I’m rather enjoying putting together my long-winded rambles which seem to say a great deal less in a great many more words.  I’ll add the occasional review, especially of a classic, but rambling, rather than reviewing, suits me better.  I enjoy the journey, though for anyone with the time and stamina to indulge me and follow along, a cup of tea or beverage of choice might be fortifying…

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Books, Glorious Books…

At the time of writing, I have been culling: a harrowing experience

Ah…. Books.  An entirely different matter from reading.  Books are entities; books have a presence of their own beyond the words and the worlds contained within their pages.  Books are things of beauty.  At least that’s how it is for me. Continue reading “Books, Glorious Books…”