Category Archives: fiction

The Body Artist by Don DeLillo

Stashed inside my copy of The Body Artist is a postcard, a faded yellow card with a simple line drawing in turquoise ink of an outdoor scene and some kind of creature on it, a muskrat perhaps, cheerfully stepping over … Continue reading

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Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter

I’ve taken a brief break from the cold, barren landscapes of Arctic literature, needing something a bit more meaty and lively, and saw that the Guardian book club were reading Nights at the Circus as their February read. I’m not … Continue reading

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Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson

I was first introduced to Marilynne Robinson via a library loan of Home one of her books set in the fictional town of Gilead, which she has explored in some depth in subsequent books and which, perhaps, have become her better known … Continue reading

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Unless by Carol Shields

A while ago (I promise, not all my blogs will begin with those words, though for the moment it seems the truest reflection of my reading) a reading friend recommended Carol Shields to me and I went out and bought … Continue reading

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The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper

This year Christmas has crept up on me; I have been sick, twice, one with shingles and the second time with a bad cold. My daughter has been sick with a nasty viral infection. Our two lovely bunnies got sick … Continue reading

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The Blazing World by Siri Hustvedt

I remember when The Blazing World was longlisted for the MAN Booker Prize and I wanted to read it then, I think I even borrowed it from the library and then didn’t read it which, in my endless questing for … Continue reading

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Books I Ought to Read No. 4: The Awakening by Kate Chopin

“One of these days,” she said, “I’m going to pull myself together for a while and think – try to determine what character of a woman I am; for candidly, I don’t know. By all those codes which I am … Continue reading

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