I know it’s mid April. But I started this on March 31st. It’s how I roll.
March was a complete blur.
Snow and cold weather and insomnia and ill health interrupted our morning walk schedule. 1,324 more words
This guy is my hero. Not Kenneth Branagh (though, my complete and utter devotion to Sir Ken will be discussed on this blog at a later date, and anyone reading it will be subject to the gross, burbling, pink smudge of love that encompasses my feelings for this man and causes me to hear the faint plinking of flamenco guitars every time I hear or say or think his name – I could continue) but Kurt Wallander. 763 more words
This startling Scandi-crime debut launches a new series from a couple who scripted Swedish TV hits including Arne Dahl and Wallander. Spring Tide – also heading to television in 2015 – opens with a grisly beach scene on the Swedish island of Nordkoster, then shifts to Stockholm 24 years later where the homeless are subject to random, violent attacks. 93 more words
I’m taking a creative non fiction class at uni and we’re strongly encouraged to immerse ourself in creative non fiction throughout the week and bring our favourites to class to share. 305 more words