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My local library

Last week I reminisced about my library use of yore. With my reading volume in 2014 having gone up a gear (or two), I’ve decided that I really ought to put my money where my mouth is, so to speak…

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A new book by an old favourite

How It All Began by Penelope Lively When I was little, Penelope Lively’s sadly often forgotten children’s novels were some of my favourite reads. Once I had exhausted her children’s books I moved on to enjoy her adult fiction. Last year when…

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In which I consider libraries

This week our local council announced the launch of plans for a new library complex in our town in the heart of the town centre. Broadly I approve of the proposals although I would like to see the library located…

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Another unexpected pleasure

Banzai’s Unexpected Voyage by Jane-Anne Hodgson, illustrated by Sammy Jim! When I read the first Grubson Pugg book – Grubson Pugg’s Christmas Voyage – as the final book of last year (and what a festive joy that was!) I found…

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A book that needs no burial

Burial Rites by Hannah Kent As I am myself a foreigner inspired to write about Iceland, I was clearly going to read this Australian’s debut novel. I am so glad I heard about it. It’s based on a true story…

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A book about books

Magical Tales: Myth, Legend, and Enchantment in Children’s Books edited by Diane Purkiss and Carolyne Larrington This was the accompanying catalogue to the brilliant Magical Books exhibition that has been running this year at Oxford’s Bodleian Library and has been every bit as enjoyable…

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The pleasure of words

The original plan (ie. the plan that only came into being two days ago) for today would have seen us spending this morning with my mum and dad. But plans changed, and circumstances dictated that we suddenly had an entire…

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Autumn walks

After an early start to Saturday, giving the house a good clean, Emma and I headed out to Oxford just after midday to meet my Mum and Dad at The Perch Inn, Binsey – just on the edge of Port…

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