Banjo Brain
If you’ve been to my place, you may have seen my walk-in wardrobe—though I usually rush to close it, if […]
If you’ve been to my place, you may have seen my walk-in wardrobe—though I usually rush to close it, if […]
I came late to, Where the Crawdads Sing. I picked it up in the bookshop a few times, and had a look inside on amazon, but the beginning never grabbed me. In the end—knowing I needed to discover the big rave—I decided to try the audio version.
When nurse, Kay Wilkinson’s father, after a decade of dementia and need of high care, finally passes away, Kay’s husband Cyril, a GP, suggests maybe they should spare themselves the same fate.
This is the first novel that I’ve read of Ian McEwan but it won’t be my last. Mr McEwan is a critically acclaimed author of 17 books. He’s a clever, clever writer, a skilful crafts man of the written word. I’m in awe.
By the open hearth, dressed in garlands and golden baubles the tree glittered. Damp wood devoured by flames, crackled and
In the midst of people walking every which way, they stand, facing each other, mum and daughter. A cacophony of