Grief Without a Funeral

Grief Without a Funeral

Nobody close to me has died recently. And yet, if you looked at what I’ve been watching, reading and listening to over the past year, you’d be forgiven for assuming otherwise. Sick matriarchs. Lost family houses. Dying protagonists. Families pulled apart by forces...
The Calamity Club: the Doorstop Hiding on My Kindle

The Calamity Club: the Doorstop Hiding on My Kindle

The trouble with a Kindle is that every book weighs the same. So it was a shock to spot The Calamity Club stacked on a bookshop table, mid-read, and realise it runs to 656 pages. A doorstop, in other words, and the first stretch of this book reads like one. Kathryn...
The Books We Push Into Each Other’s Lives

The Books We Push Into Each Other’s Lives

There’s a Cup of Jo post making the rounds this week asking readers what books they’ve begged their friends to read. The comments are, predictably, a rabbit hole. I’ve had three tabs open and a Goodreads queue growing steadily since Tuesday. It got...
The Hardest Foster Cases and the Boys in Between

The Hardest Foster Cases and the Boys in Between

There is something jarring about reading a memoir where the pandemic appears as backstory. A few lines in, the narrator references lockdown as a turning point, and for a moment the whole thing stutters. It feels like it was just six months ago. It was also, in some...