A story about a kid, called Christopher Boone, who understands the quantifiable, tangible and apparent stuff but is stumped by abstract things like time, emotions and human behavior. 1,046 more words
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I am binging. Three books in a week, life is good. The latest victim of my binge is the curious incident of the dog in the night-time… 769 more words
Feeling blue can be a good thing, especially when it leads to the happy discovery of a book.
That’s what happened to me earlier this week when, feeling down in the dumps and looking for something to lift my spirits, I picked up a novel that was written in Australia but made its way to me via Coquitlam, BC, thanks to my sister, who had sent me her copy months ago. 996 more words
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Like plumbers and dentists, poets are fallible, and the possibility of genuine nonsense cannot be ruled out. Unlike plumbing and dentistry, however, poetry is slow, frustrating and poorly rewarded work which fails more often than it succeeds and is therefore embarked upon largely by men and woman labouring under a sense of almost religious vocation, grandiose self-delusion or some combination of both.
I’ll keep this short.
This is one of the books that people really really love. The kind you get called insensitive about if you don’t like it. 239 more words