I finished rereading A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book. Last time I read it I wrote myself a hangover cure: visit the V&A museum, take up pottery, frolic in the English countryside, read Peter Pan, drink tea, sleep. So, behold, a collection of cures for that book that made you suffer: the best of the reading remedies […]Read more "Reading Remedies (Part I)"
A collection of thoughts after re-reading The Goldfinch (transcribed from marginalia): Theo’s mother dies on April 10th. April 10th is the 100th day of the year. I think Donna Tartt hides herself in her male characters. “I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember […]Read more "Transcribed from Marginalia: The Goldfinch"
I didn’t realise until the last page was turned, but the second time I read Hanya Yanagihara’s A Little Life was exactly two years after the first. And two years ago, once finished with the tome of a novel, I swore I would never read it again. Despite loving it, it was too harrowing to read again. […]Read more "On rereading A Little Life"
Every year, usually when the days begin to get shorter, the nights longer, and the cold gives me an excuse to stay inside, I re-read the entire Harry Potter series. Some years I will binge read them all within two weeks, surfacing dazed and drunk on words (when this happens I mope around for a […]Read more "Emotional Baggage: The Power of Re-reading"