“The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.”
The days are so much longer now, my thyme has begun to flower tiny purple pretty things and the first raspberries of the season are upon us, so it seems about time to look back on my reading year.
What does the Man Booker mean to you? To me it means a celebration of language, for books to be original yet accessible; to encourage & foster new, not so literary, readers into the wonderful world of reading.
“Lilith Bloom had the peculiar feeling that the rose garden wanted to eat her.”
A marmite book indeed. Could someone help me understand it’s overwhelming list of accolades?
“What would you stop at to help the people you love most? Well, you obviously don’t love anyone very much if your love is contingent on them always staying the same.”
Straight up, where does the year go?! Honestly, it felt like last week I was thinking about the #manbookerinternational shortlist – yes us, bookworms remember the passage of time via bookish events and books we’ve read… (surely i’m not the only one…) so without further ado, let us begin! *party popper emoji* Expectations aka. What […]