Penguin Classics UK covers designed by Alceu Chiesorin Nunes I have been saving this post for closer to July and all things Paris, but I’ve come down with a nasty lurgy after my recent FNQ ho…| This Reading Life
I have been asked some very odd questions during my seventeen years working in independent bookshops – where did that time go? It is now almost as long as my teaching career lasted for! But r…| This Reading Life
What’s On My Mind: Far North Queensland. By the time you are reading this I will be ensconced in our happy place. Mr Books and I both love to travel to new and interesting places, but we also…| This Reading Life
According to The Orwell Foundation website which manages The Orwell Prizes for Political Writing and Political Fiction, ‘Each shortlist celebrates work that aspires to Orwell’s ambition to “m…| This Reading Life
Original title of Master and Man: Хозяин и работник (Khozyain i rabotnik) Translated by Louise and Aylmer Maude (1899) Project Gutenberg 24 February 2020 ebook #986 Date Read: 10th May 2025 M…| This Reading Life
“Aren’t we kind of the opposite of Adam and Eve?” a boyfriend once asked me, long ago. I was twenty years old and had taken this boyfriend home at a time when I knew nobody would …| This Reading Life
After a decade hosting the worldwide blogging event, 20 Books of Summer, Cathy @746 books has decided it is time to pass the baton. I have been with Cathy and the 20 Books Of community since 2…| This Reading Life
In the Rue Neuve-Saint-Augustin, a hold-up in the traffic stopped the cab which was bringing Octave and his three trunks from the Gare de Lyon. The young man lowered one of the windows, although it…| This Reading Life
A biting wind swept through an open window at the end of the hall where Mary kept vigil outside her mother’s bedroom. The month of May had been mean thus far to the rural market town of Bever…| This Reading Life
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single lady in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a husband. ‘Nonsense,’ Miss Caroline Bingley muttered into her empty teacup…| This Reading Life