I’ve read ol’ Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert twice now: the first time I read it, which was 10 years ago, I FRIGGEN HATED IT. The second time, which finished it yesterday, I LOVED IT. I have to put my emotions in capitals because this book hit me right in the feels in two completely different ways.
I can’t say for sure what prompted me to read Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, although I do believe it was a combination of two factors: first, I was impressed by the speech Neil gave at an Arts University back in 2012. You know how these famous writers are – they put on a black robe and a silly little hat (google tells me those hats are called mortarboards) and then they start saying incredibly inspirational things. Secondly, a friend told me how much he loved the book, describing it as “a children’s book for adults”. The description sounded bloody awful, but intriguing. Continue reading “Book Review: The Ocean at The End of The Lane, by Neil Gaiman”
This is the first book I’ve read cover to cover in quite a while – with half a dozen half-read, moderately interesting books waiting patiently on my bedside table. Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking is one of those rare books you consume greedily within a couple of days. Continue reading “The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion”
David Foster Wallace, American novelist and short story writer, is a person I was unfamiliar with until I recently heard his Kenyon College commencement address, which took place in 2005. After hearing it, I’m completely besotted. In the words of Emery Allen, “I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul.” Continue reading “David Foster Wallace & The ‘Self Centredness’ of Life”