A few weeks ago, I found myself sat quite spontaneously in the audience of a free talk at the Oxford Literature Festival. It was the first day I had ever spent in Oxford; the sun was shining, and being vaguely aware of the festival (though believing it was all academic events ticketed and behind old … Continue reading Read to Me: Why Books Shouldn’t Always be Silent.
Last year I dreamt of Manderly: Reviewing Rebecca
Towards the end of 2018 I finally eased open the covers of Daphne Du Maurier's famous Rebecca. The effects were, quite frankly, breathtaking. I mean - I was holding my breath for whole pages at a time, reading into unholy hours and continuing chapters in my dreams (always, for me, the sign of a favourite … Continue reading Last year I dreamt of Manderly: Reviewing Rebecca