(Coz I kinda already did)
So far this year, I’ve read 33 books.
It’s one of the best things I’ve ever done for my brain.
Classic blogging (which weaves together links, research, first-person stories and random internet ephemera) is wonderful to read.
Though it’s been more than a decade since my mother got in her car and never came home, I still don’t think I’ve “recovered”.
‘We’re separated by an ocean, but emotionally we’re right alongide each other’
featuring The Toy Show, Marian and too much time online