Can we just talk about how amazing Brighton is? It’s like a magical land somewhere at the bottom of the country which doesn’t feel like it even belongs with the rest of the UK. The weather was warm, I had a Saturday off and I was with my favourite travel buddy. We wandered along the beach and […]
On a weekend trip to London when I had lent my Kindle to my brother and needed something to read, I picked up On Chesil Beach for sheer superficial reasons: it was thin and would fit into my already over-brimming backpack. Plus, you know, it’s so pretty. I had read it previously during my post-Atonement Ian McEwan phase, but […]
After having panic-bought flights as soon as I had arrived back in the UK, returning to Germany two months later was somewhat of a surreal experience. I had to take two weeks off from my new job with raised eyebrows of you were just there for seven months, why are you going back? And it was a good […]
Shadows and flames of people with no names. 1, 2, 3, and purge the memories of those who do not deserve to be remembered. Then you’ll feel better, I promise.
I’ve been thinking about how to write this blog post for a while now. Unwilling to call myself in any shape or form a happiness guru, and knowing just how annoying it can be to be lectured by others on something so shifting, so personal, I have spent a lot of time mentally writing and […]
Or, Catch Up Chats in Cheltenham. In which Beth returns to this beautiful town to visit a friend. For all of you dedicated fans, and I know you’re out there…somewhere, you may remember that I went to the Cheltenham Literature Festival a couple of years ago where I duly fangirled over my favourite author, Patrick […]
I’ve got to keep growing, upwards and downwards, to get to where I want to be. Just watch.
In which I describe my tumultuous relationship with this series, my love of the YA genre and the problem with the third book.
Because even when I’m somewhere I love, I can’t stop thinking about somewhere else. That’s the blessing and the curse of feeling at home everywhere and nowhere.
On my way back to the UK a couple of weeks ago, I had the joy of coming in on the ferry from Dunkirk to Dover and shouting quite loudly to everybody, “It’s the white cliffs of Dover! I see the white cliffs, I’m home!” Excitement and patriotism aside, there is something really beautiful and […]
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