About a week ago I put out a blog* about the problems with the continuing (and in my opinion, unnecessary) Hufflepuff Pride movement. One of my issues with such posturing was the boasting that J.K Rowling had announced Hufflepuff as her favourite house. I realised though, that I had never actually seen the interview in… Continue reading End Hufflepuff Pride: The J.K Rowling Misconception
In which we get nostalgic for the Boy who Lived by talking about the way he changed my life. I got married in April. That's not the important part. Due to my husband's job, we couldn't get the time for a formal honeymoon. Instead, we only had a weekend. We spent that at the Warner… Continue reading Happy 20 Years of Potter!
So, due to the library closure post being priority last week, I didn't get around to mentioning that Chris returned from his latest ventures upon the ocean blue*. I met him at the train station, and so I was able to prepare him for the influx of books I had purchased during our long separation**.… Continue reading The Bargain
Plymouth Central Library is relocating. Today will be the last day it opens those particular doors to the public. And as I sit here in the old stacks one last time*, I am filled with deep nostalgic sadness. We go back, this old building and I. Practically back to my first few months in Plymouth… Continue reading Here I Sit Before The Library Moves
My reading year has begun in earnest, which is the best start to any year if you ask me. Things didn't kick off so well at the start of 2015, when I didn't get through a single volume of anything throughout January, and ended up reading a string of disappointing YA books in February, which… Continue reading The Curious Journeys of Library Books
“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not… Continue reading Farewell Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014)
Last night I dreamed of books and dragonflies. I was in a larger version of my bedroom, where every wall, including the ceiling, was covered with shelving, which of course, was filled to capacity with books. That in and of itself is not all surprising. I mean other than the bit where the volumes were… Continue reading Of Bookmarks and Dragonflies