Imagine how much I'd read if I didn't need to sleep quite so much.
In My Name Is Why, Lemn Sissay blends official documents and personal recollections and reflections to create a devastating narrative and damning indictment of the systems that failed him growing up. I found myself considering the nature of autobiography, and what makes this one particularly unusual and compelling.
The quicker I write this, the sooner I can get back to reading.
The three instalments of the Eliot Chronicles succeed in being both old-fashioned and surprisingly modern and relevant.
I will review a book series this month. I've made notes and everything.
Three Identical Strangers is shocking and heartbreaking, and put me in mind of my own research methods and findings.
Still rather slack on the review front.
On Friday 20 July 2019, 145 weeks and two days after my original viva, nearly 15 months after my second viva, and just over ten months after my certificate was issued, I finally had my graduation ceremony.
It's my website, and I'll eschew full-length reviews if I want to.
Everything I intended to read, and more.