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An Extended Musing + ‘Burmese Days’ by George Orwell (read 5/5/14 – 11/5/14)

I have recently returned home from a two week holiday in Mallorca. Staying close to the beautiful Port de Pollenca, the fortnight passed in a blissfully idle blur of the impregnable heat which hit me no sooner had I stepped off the plane, copious amounts of seafood so perfectly fresh as to still retain a taste of the resort’s sparkling salty sea, and, of course, whole days devoted to nothing but reading. For indeed, the beauty of a lack of internet connection (not to mention the fear of racking up extortionate phone bills when abroad), while admittedly something rather discombobulating to a 21st century teenager, is that it enables one to truly be free from distractions for a certain period, not only those caused by one’s social life but also those more stressful ones of work, university research/applications etc. for which a computer or tablet have become almost always mandatory. Continue reading


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‘The Understudy’ by David Nicholls (read 25/2/14 – 2/3/14)


Best-sellers are by no means a rare occurrence. Indeed it seems that you cannot walk into any major bookshop without rows upon rows of the latest shiny hardback gleaming proudly back at you from up amidst the colossal heights of the fiction charts. Be it J.K. Rowling’s latest offering into the world of grown-up fiction or the newest Hilary Mantel-esque historical novel, it cannot be disputed that there is something that little bit extraordinary (in the most literal sense of the word) about these books, something that really elevates them in the eyes of the reader and which renders them undeniably deserving of their significant success – for indeed why else would so many people buy them if there wasn’t? – and yet nevertheless the title ‘best-seller’ is not automatically synonymous with a work of truly great fiction. But every once in a while one discovers a best-seller that will not only provoke a startling metamorphosis in the reader, transforming them from a rational-thinking human being into a compulsive page-turning machine for a day or two, but will in addition have a deeper emotional resonance, that will touch you with the pure beauty of the story and writing and leave you remembering the reading experience long after you have turned the last page. Continue reading


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Christmas book haul part 2

Just a quick continuation of my previous post now that I have received my Christmas gifts from my mum, a big proportion of which consists of even more wonderful books (indeed it now seems that I have been given all of those which were on my wish list!):

1) Tales From Ovid by Ted Hughes.
2) Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.
3) Burmese Days by George Orwell.
4) The Understudy by David Nicholls.
5) When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro.
6) The Secret History by Donna Tartt.
7) A Delicate Truth by John le Carré.

Well, I’d better get back to my reading…I certainly have enough material to last me a while!

By Rebecca.

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All I Want For Christmas, Is Books!

First and foremost, I feel that a quick apology is in order before I properly start this post, as it may seem to some of you that I have been neglecting my blogging over recent weeks. This has, however, not been at all intentional, as I absolutely love writing my blog and would never give up the feeling of creative freedom which it gives me; yet unfortunately, in the words of a wise woman i.e. me (I jest), life has to take over sometimes, and this has certainly been the case with me during the past school term. What with numerous essays, wider subject reading, extra-curricular activities and last-minute rehearsals for a drama production, not to mention a million and one other things going on in my life at the moment, I seriously fear that I am in danger of making like Alice and losing my grip on reality by falling over the edge of the abyss into a Wonderland-esque world of madness and insanity, for my mind currently feels as tangled and confused as a series of black scribbles over a pure white page. Ok, I am exaggerating, but in all seriousness I can only stress how busy I have been recently and promise that the start of the Christmas holidays on Friday (my light at the end of the tunnel!) will bring my attention firmly back to my blog and hopefully give me time to write more reviews to share with all of you. In the meantime however, I thought it would be particularly fitting considering the unavoidable festive cheer surrounding us to divulge those literary titles I hope to find in my stocking come Christmas morning this year, a post which I hope will still be enjoyable (and maybe even inspire your own Christmas lists) despite its informality. Continue reading

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