I finally read my worn down ancient, second hand copy of Zorba the Greek. It took me a while to get used to the characters having philosophical conversations in all manner of spontaenity, but there are some beautiful passages here. And what a study in character creation. *** This book lay on my unread shelf... Continue Reading →

Some children's books, I am grateful, didn't come my way till I was an adult. This book came in to my life as I turned 30 last year, a present from my dearest friend, Mariona. The adventures of Moomintroll and his friends and family would have entertained me as a child but a lot of... Continue Reading →

I picked this book up from my cousin's shelf in Sydney, not knowing the writer or the name of the book. I told myself that I had too many Unread books and would just read a page. Then, I turned the page. Listening to the sound of wild birds in the garden, a sound that... Continue Reading →