Book review: ‘Rivers of London’ by Ben Aaronovitch

“As a typical Londoner, Gurcan had a high tolerance for random thoughtlessness; after all, if you live in the big city there's no point complaining that it's a big city, but even that tolerance has its limit and the name of that limit is 'taking the piss'.” Ben Aaronovitch, Rivers of London I was given the... Continue Reading →

Book Review: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”⁣⁣⁣⁣Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude⁣⁣⁣⁣ This book. ⁣⁣⁣⁣I will definitely judge... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Angel by Elizabeth Taylor

‘Her vanity had been stunned by the way in which her book had been received. No trumpets had come thrusting out from behind the clouds, proclaiming ‘genius’ and ‘masterpiece’. For a long time nothing at all happened, and then, slowly, the abuse and sarcasm had begun. The very passages which she had been most proud,... Continue Reading →

Book review: Katalin Street by Magda Szabó

‘But no one had told them that the most frightening thing of all about the loss of youth is not what is taken away but what is granted in exchange. Not wisdom. Not serenity. Not sound judgment or tranquility. Only the awareness of universal disintegration.’⁣⁣‘They had discovered too that the difference between the living and... Continue Reading →

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