Review: A fantastic journey through the ways that black birds have crossed paths with their human neighbours spanning history, geography and culture. It’s a great glimpse into our fascination with the corvid family as it covers some science, some myth, some poetry.
Review: I have been wanting to read this since I heard it discussed on the radio months ago. It didn’t disappoint. It gives a sense of history, but the characters are really relatable and interesting. It brings together the big sweeping changes (medicine, housing issues, politics) with personal experience.
Review: This is a brilliant novel following the story of the youngest of the sisters made famous by Louisa M Alcott’s Little Women – Amy March. In real life she was May Alcott and she was an artist who travelled and took lessons. It’s a wonderful story – although that may partly be because I loved the first novel as a child – and made me want to go a study art history.
Lady Molly of Scotland Yard by Emmuska Orczy was by way of a treat for myself after reading lots of books suggested by other people. I have been an enduring fan of her Scarlet Pimpernel books for decades (actual decades!). I also like Sherlock Holmes stories and thought this might be an intriguing mixture. Continue reading Book 39: Lady Molly of Scotland Yard→
Death Comes to Pemberley by PD James is the closest I could get to an Austen novel for my trip to Bath. I have read all her books decades ago. I wasn’t certain about a sequel, but I thought I’d give it ago, in the interests of this experiment. I was going to see a friend for her own 40th celebrations.
This small book packs a mighty punch as it is the story of one woman’s experiences as part of the Italian resistance during the second world war. She also spent time in a concentration camp. I bought the book on a visit to the National Holocaust Centre, earlier this year.
I started reading Wild Irish Women by Marian Broderick when I wasn’t feeling well as it’s in handy chunks of biography. I bought it while on my second birthday holiday to Northern Ireland. I thought it looked like a fantastic souvenir, nearly as good as the whiskey mementoes I had snaffled the previous day.