Rosy Thornton's The Tapestry of Love Headline Books, 2010. Whether it was the cover image, or the title, or vague impressions gathered from other readers before I settled on reading this novel, I'm not sure: somehow I picked up the idea that this is a romance novel. And, sure, the
Rose Tremain's Sacred Country (1992) London: Sceptre – Hodder and Stoughton, 1993. I was thrilled with this book. So thrilled that, although I had read almost half of it before I lost track of it in a chaotic part of the year, I re-read that half willingly on a second
I've been collecting authors for so many years. Authors whose oeuvres I am determined to read. It's a never-ending reading list . At the end of last year, I noticed that I was adding to the list at a phenomenal rate and not moving as quickly with my reading. So
Simon & Schuster, 2011 Who wouldn't fall for a guy with the "finest collection of books and manuscripts outside the Church in Europe"? Mind you, this is a time when a bookworm can't necessarily slip a bound volume into her purse or pocket. A work is as likely
Houghton Mifflin, 1986 "I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting." So says the narrator, whom we know as Offred. But that's not her real name. And it doesn't feel to her that this is her real life, what
