A crack of light.
His fish-eye gleamed faintly
Over the boxer’s arm.
With renewed vigour,
I opened my mouth to protest.
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It took me ages to get around to reading ‘Pigeon English’, despite a colleague highly recommending it and raving about it. However, after eventually getting to it, I couldn’t put it down; you’re running through Harri’s story all the way with him until the bitter end, and you feel every moment as he does. 365 more words
The UK is having a heatwave right now, which I am not enjoying. I don’t cope well with heat. Like most of the country, I have not slept well for the past few nights, and I’ve been filling those hours of restless, sweaty discomfort with reading. 107 more words