At the age of 20 I hosted my first dinner party. I invited my university friends over and channeling my mother I made too much food for the two people who would be coming. I had spent the day sweating, cursing, and wrapping my finger in a plaster after I cut it on a can. Until then I didn’t know how hard it was to cook with only nine digits.
This is one of the books I was so excited about reading in 2018. To be honest, I don’t know why – until I heard about it, I didn’t know who Dolly Alderton was; I didn’t know she was a journalist, I didn’t listen to her podcast, and I didn’t follow her on social media. But there was something about the subject matter and definitely something about the cover which made me want to get it as soon as possible. (And it is such a beautiful cover isn’t it?)
I read Me Before You much, much later than everyone else did. I am not one of those people who eschew from things because they are everywhere in popular culture; quite the opposite actually. With the first in Lou’s story I just missed everything. It was very different with After You which I have reviewed here. I read that in 2015 and re-reading my review I think I was very kind. Frankly I didn’t enjoy it. So when I managed to grab an advance copy of Still Me at the end of last year, I was very reticent about actually reading it. But read it I did.
WARNING: there are spoilers for both Me Before You and After You in this review.
I love Barry’s Bootcamp. And I love their Hell Week. This is my third Hell Week and you can read about the first round here I didn’t write about Round 2 which took place at the end of 2017 because that was when I wasn’t blogging at all. This time however I am back in love with blogging and writing. Amazingly with Round 3 I also wasn’t at all nervous possibly because there was so much other stuff happening in my life at the same time. Instead the fifth Monday of January rolled around and I made my way over to Barry’s new SW1 studio with a spring in my step.
I am one of those very, very luck people who sometimes get books for free for review purposes. When I come home from work and see a parcel waiting for me I rip into it as if there is a time limit on its survivability. Any delay and the parcel will implode and be rendered useless. This particular parcel was non-descript (like they all are) but contained a book I was so excited about reading, that I did a little jig of happiness. Not only that, but it was signed. I might have died a little with joy.
A little over a year ago I reviewed Jane Harper’s The Dry and today I bring you a review of the sequel, Force of Nature.