The Fault In Our Stars

by John Green "That's the thing about pain," Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. "It demands to be." Right off the bat, I'll say that I know this book is a really big deal for some people - it isn't really that much for me. I liked it, but I didn't love it.... Continue Reading →

The Book Thief

by Marcus Zusak Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. Hans Hubermann wore a face with the shades pulled down. Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand,... Continue Reading →

Dark Rivers of the Heart

by Dean Koontz Envy is second only to self-pity as the most dangerous of all emotions. There are too many things in life I wish I'd never learned 'cause now I can't forget. ...as night itself was drawn across the evening sky by the terrible weight of the sinking sun. This line is so characteristic... Continue Reading →

American Gods

by Neil Gaiman I will begin the first of many Neil Gaiman posts with one of my all-time favourites - American Gods. "They were never in my sleeve," said Sweeney. He chortled to himself, rocking and bouncing as if he were a lanky, bearded volcano preparing to erupt with delight at his own brilliance. She... Continue Reading →

White Teeth

by Zadie Smith Our children will be born of our actions. Our accidents will become their destinies. Oh, the actions will remain. It is a simply matter of what you will do when the chips are down, my friend. When the fat lady is singing. When the walls are falling in, and the sky is... Continue Reading →

Brain Rules For Baby

by John Medina Having a first child is like swallowing an intoxicating drink made of equal parts joy and terror, chased with a bucketful of transitions nobody ever tells you about. Ah. Truth. Key word here - transitions. Being a parent is constantly adapting to change. "The mere existence of such a cell should be... Continue Reading →

A Monster Calls

by Patrick Ness The nightmare feeling was rising in him, turning everything around him to darkness, making everything seem heavy and impossible, like he'd been asked to lift a mountain with his bare hands and no one would let him leave until he did. The imagery in this line is so vivid, but it isn't... Continue Reading →

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