The Charles Dickens Museum in London is based in number 48 Doughty Street, where Dickens’ lived from 1837 to 1839. It’s where he wrote some of his most famous works including Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby. It opened as a museum… Continue Reading →
It was my birthday a few weeks ago and I got some lovely things, including these two fab literary gifts. I’ve had to get them framed and hung on the wall of my little study (which has altered a bit… Continue Reading →
I recently started reading Terry Pratchett’s latest book ‘Raising Steam’, with a slightly heavy heart. Not because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, I knew I would, but because each new book brings us a bit closer to the time… Continue Reading →
Charles Dicken’s birthplace lies tucked away in Portsmouth. The street is a sore thumb of nineteenth-century architecture in amongst a labyrinth of blocky sixties tower blocks. Dickens didn’t live in the house long, moving to London when he was still… Continue Reading →
I sleep on a bed of books, my body cradled with words and deeds, bled into the fabric of time. They support my limbs, they hold my head, screaming in the silence, keeping me afloat. At night I wait, for… Continue Reading →
I’ve been away from the blogosphere recently due to moving to a lovely new home and not having any Internet. But now I’m back, with a slightly more personal post than usual, all about my new place. This is… Continue Reading →
Today is a sad day. Writer Iain Banks announced he has terminal cancer and isn’t expected to live beyond the end of the year. My previous post talked about my five favourite books and just nudging the outside of those… Continue Reading →
This list is part of a much bigger one of ‘books I can’t live without’, but I whittled it down to five because it’s easier to build a blog post around it. Top (insert number here) lists are entirely objective of… Continue Reading →
I adore bookcases. Well, show me a writer who doesn’t? They are my favourite pieces of furniture and needless to say libraries both big and small invariably send me to my happy place. One day I’m going to have a… Continue Reading →
William Shakespeare’s grave is in Holy Trinity Church in Stratford-Upon-Avon. I can’t say much about arguably the most famous writer who ever lived that hasn’t already been said. Ironically, this amount of discourse is because we don’t know much about… Continue Reading →
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