I don’t think I’ve read such a lovely and creepy story about a woman and her brother since The Visitors – Catherine Burns.
No matter how seemingly perfect a person’s life is, no one can ever tell what demons he or she is fighting within.
That is the premise of this lovely book which delves into analysing the complex social dynamics that form between parents who do a school-run.
Big Little Lies is a brilliant take on ex-husbands and second wives, mothers and daughters, schoolyard scandal, and the little lies that can turn lethal.
The Call of Earth continues the story of Nafai, his family, and the few other people selected by the Oversoul to leave the city of Basilica, and their former lives.
When the human refugees from a ruined Earth founded a colony on the planet Harmony, they determined that this world would not be devastated by the endless cycle of vicious warfare that had characterised human life from the beginning.
They didn’t try to change human nature. Instead they installed a powerful computer, called the Oversoul, and gave it the task of governing human affairs by subtly influencing human minds. That was millions of years ago. Now the Oversoul is growing weak, breaking down. It must be returned to Earth, to the master computer called the Keeper of Earth, to be repaired. The Oversoul must have human help to make that journey.
You do the same thing every day.
You know exactly where you’re going.
You’re not alone.
This is the story of Roz – the CEO of a woman’s magazine. She’s good with her money and she has some good insight as to what it means to be a woman boss.
Quote from “Robber Bride” from Margaret Atwood (p112)
I’m slowly making my way through this beast of a novel and I feel for Dagny Taggart the most. She’s a woman, over-achiever in a man’s world, running a powerful business full-steam and in spite of all the dead weight hanging on to her in form of her incapable brother and board of directors. But she is missing something, something other women seem to have with no trouble. Something her work has driven out of her life and possibly never to be seen again.
Read more to find out what it was.
Do you remember the Illiad? Homer’s Oddyssey? Do you remember Odysseus who sailed the seas and fought monsters and escaped mermaids to return to his faithful wife who waited for him for more than 20 years? Well, this is not his story, it’s hers.
It’s the story of Penelope—wife of Odysseus and cousin of the beautiful Helen of Troy— the quintessential faithful wife, her story a salutary lesson through the ages. Left alone for twenty years when Odysseus goes off to fight in the Trojan War after the abduction of Helen, Penelope manages, in the face of scandalous rumors, to maintain the kingdom of Ithaca, bring up her wayward son, and keep over a hundred suitors at bay, simultaneously. When Odysseus finally comes home after enduring hardships, overcoming monsters, and sleeping with goddesses, he kills her suitors and—curiously—twelve of her maids.
In a splendid contemporary twist to the ancient story, Margaret Atwood has chosen to give the telling of it to Penelope and to her twelve hanged maids, asking: “What led to the hanging of the maids, and what was Penelope really up to?”
Sometimes I like taking advantage of the perks of having a Cineworld Unlimited card – it means I can go and see a theatre play, in the cinema, with only £8 (or abouts). I saw “The deep blue sea” a few weeks ago and it’s only now I managed to put aside some time and talk about it.
A flat in Ladbroke Grove, West London. 1952.
When Hester Collyer is found by her neighbours in the aftermath of a failed suicide attempt, the story of her tempestuous affair with a former RAF pilot and the breakdown of her marriage to a High Court judge begins to emerge.
With it comes a portrait of need, loneliness and long-repressed passion. Behind the fragile veneer of post-war civility burns a brutal sense of loss and longing.
I know you should never judge a book by its cover, but the words “Bestselling author” made me buy the book from an author I have never read before.
Unfortunately, I made a horrible, horrible mistake that I have learned to regret since a month ago, when I first started reading the book.
I had really thought I was going to put the book in the abandoned bin but, heroically, I read on, hoping to see something better at the end, to at least find a plot…
I have read Oryx and Crake earlier this year and I could not resist the pull of Margaret Atwood. I saw a tattered paperback smiling at me from a charity window, £1 for a great classic. I paid the meagre price and I got back a lot more than I was expecting. Witty, funny, deeply cutting, a book about a modern woman of the 21st century living in the 60’s – when the morals were a lot stricter and the definition of a woman was who she married.
The story could be summarised in one sentence but as most self-discovery books are, it’s deeper than the surface:
Marian, a 20-something woman in 1960s Toronto, gets engaged to her dull-but-respectable lawyer boyfriend, Peter, then soon begins losing her appetite for food