A gentle, beautiful tale about the end of an era.
The coming-of-age story of a group of Adrian Mole-esque Birmingham boys.
A chance encounter with a newspaper man on a sunny day turns into a mystery that leads Ida Arnold on the hunt for a Brighton gang.
Classic fairytales retold with a current (and often gruesome) twist. Continue reading
I’ve got two words on why you should read this book: MY VALVE.
The end of the world is here. Unfortunately for our intrepid protagonist Bill Masen, he seems to have missed it.
Harper Lee’s prequel to ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ certainly feels just like the fat that got trimmed off and discarded from her previous work.
Arkady Kisanov has just graduated from university and decides to go back home, with his friend Bazarov in tow. What happens later changes both of their lives.
Vonnegut excells with an exciting and dark memoir from a double agent during World War II.
The most annoying story about a demon baby of all time.
Beauty and captivating tenderness fills every sentence of Maya Angelou’s intimate, secret sharings to the daughter she never had. Continue reading
What would have happened if the Nazis had won World War II?
“It was a pleasure to burn”. This is how Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (‘the temperature needed to set a book on fire’) starts off. And it only gets better.
“Melodramatic piece of literary garbage.” Those are the words that some would use to describe Edward Frederick Benson’s ‘The Rubicon’. Unfortunately I am one of those people.
Just to clarify, this isn’t about Sherlock Holmes.
Night and Day does exactly what is says on the tin. Of course, being Woolf you expect some degree of romance, but this Edwardian novel centres on the differences, rather than the similarities, between its two protagonists.
It’s the children’s classic I never read – and believe me, it is a lot more sinister when you read it the first time as a grown-up.
Hello steamy rain sex.
Austen’s short epistolary novel on a rich family and one scheming woman tries the ‘dangerous liasons’ style… and fails to hit the right notes.
Two worlds collide as a factory owner and a vicar’s daughter go head-to-head in North and South. Continue reading
The chilled out attitude that the musketeers have towards duels is a dangerous message to send to youths everywhere.
If anyone is wavering on whether to vote in the coming election, make them read this book.
The story, which follows kind-hearted Christian slave Uncle Tom, is a tale of disaster – and slave owners promising freedom and next thing you know, they are unexpectedly dead. Is that related? Apparently so.
Another cracking classic, this time from the sci-fi master himself. Continue reading
Another classic, this time set in a post-apocalyptic California. Everyone worthwhile has been wiped out after a mysterious disease swept throughout the world in the year 2013.
One of the classics of our time, this novella is one of the most disturbing pieces of work that I’ve ever have the chance to get my hands on.
I have to have read 1000 books by the time I turn 30. That is to say, on 8 April 2019, I will have read one thousand (ONE THOUSAND!) significant pieces of literature in my lifetime. At almost 26, my time is running out.
So why the sh*t would I want to do that?
The one thing I’ve learned in my 20s is the importance of making lists. Shopping lists, check lists, wish lists, what-can-you-do lists. Most of these are incomplete or just plain ignored as real life gets in the way – but the intention is there. It’s calming the persistant niggle that says ‘you ought to be doing something important’ — that feeling that used to be reserved for writing letters and actually posting them in the sodding letterbox even though God knows I never have a stamp for the life of me and oh it’s so inconvenient on the way to work and my handwriting is terrible, cheers Miss!
The latest plonker of a list was of things I wanted to accomplish before the age of 30. Sure, I want to go on a roadtrip and learn how to drive (come on already!), visit Australia, go mad in a roller disco and do a maze-a-thon, but I thought I had ages to go. Now I know I’m wrong.
Not just about the time thing, but I have a distinct lack of a silver spoon hanging out of my mouth, leaving next to no funds to traipse to the other end of the Earth for the next four years, to indulge myself in igloo-style hotels or Orient Express-style trips. I’m a Londoner, after all. We can’t stray far on our budgets.
What I can do is start all of my travelling and more in books while I work on physically getting myself to a variety of tropical locations – and catch up on all of the brilliant books I have been missing while on the way.
Until I get my hands on all of the books in my boxes, I won’t know exactly how far along the thousand mark I have gotten, but I have already established some ground rules:
1- Baby books don’t count, even if you pick them up years later and read them again, that’s still zilch and, not even Goodnight Moon even if it is an epic classic bedtime story because we have to be serious and have no fillers here
2- I will review every single book I have read this year (until now and in future months).
3- Comic books are only allowed as part of a series, and have to be categorised as one so as not to bulk up the list unfairly.
4- Series like Game of Thrones and Harry Potter count as individual books, despite being the same overall characters.
5- The order of books read is irrelevant – I will read whatever I get my hands on first. I will construct my list based on recommendations, classics and best sellers from the beginning of the written word until now. Recommendations are always welcome in the comments section!
My calculations are – 500 average read books, with two to three books average read a week is 104 read a year which makes it anywhere between 932 and 1124 books. In the coming weeks, I will publish the list of books that I have read in previous years so that the tally can be calculated more effectively. Let’s see what happens, hey!
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