Ladies of Leisure (1930)
Ladies of Leisure (1930)
you never know when the desire to draw Luna Lovegood is gonna hit you… but it’s useless to fight it.
Just remember in about 40 seconds someone is about to commit suicide as we sit here blogging. This post goes out to the teens who took and will take their lives. Please just reblog this post to recognize them and don’t question whether or not you should. I promise it won’t ruin your blog type.
me when doing assignments
When starting to write a novel.
The glorious Chris Riddell cover to THE SLEEPER AND THE SPINDLE, my strange (but Locus Award winning) story about an almost Snow White and a kind of Sleeping Beauty. Coming out from Bloomsbury the week of Hallowe’en.
IS THIS THE STORY THAT NEIL GAIMAN READ TO US TWO YEARS AGO AT BARD COLLEGE!?!?!?!?!
One and the same, although what I read you was the first draft, and this is the (Locus Award winning) second draft…
Alan Garner’s The Owl Service is far from being a new book, either to me or in terms of its publication history; it was originally published in 1967, but I first read it as a teenager and it’s been one of my firm favourites ever since. The edition I have dates from 2002.
Recently, I went on a bit of an Alan Garner binge and read three of his books in the space of a couple of days. The Owl Service
Gemini V, August 29th, 1965. Public Domain Photograph courtesy of NASA.
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Hands Across the Sky
Re-entry was moments away, but Rick seemed troubled.
I glanced over. I couldn’t talk through my helmet, but of course Rick – or whatever his real name was – didn’t need one. His exoskeleton was better than anything we’d ever come up with.
He blinked, and lowered his…
Some events are just designed to be enjoyed. Weddings, Christenings, birthday parties – and book launches. I’ve been lucky enough to have attended a wedding and a Christening this year already (and hopefully a birthday party or two before the year is out), but yesterday evening I had the happy chance to attend a book launch, held in the lovely surrounds of Dubray Books on Grafton Street, in…
The Charon Café
Sometimes, I wonder why I bother.
The couple who came in last week, for instance. They ordered two flat whites and left them sitting, cold; they never even touched the mugs. They just sat clutching one another’s hands, white-faced and silent, for almost an hour. His thumb stroked the back of her hand, really gently, and her tears rolled, but they said not a…