Do I really need yet another book on women’s history? I’ve got a whole shelf sagging full of them at home; from Hypatia to Mary Queen of Scots, you name it, I’ve probably got it. So do I really need yet another one? Yes. Yes I do. Always. Because just when I think I’ve read about every Warrior Queen and babein brainbox from the annals, I pick up another book and discover ten, twenty, thirty more inspiring women that I’ve never heard about.
Alexandra Reinwarth realised that her day to day behaviour was constantly being triggered by her fear of what other people thought of her. She realised that she was spending far too much time with people she didn’t like, in places she didn’t want to be, doing things she didn’t want to do, all because she worried what people would think of her if she told the honest -often brutal -truth. She needed to “become a bit of a dick”.
I feel like this might as well be a November Favourites post because honestly? What a wash-out July has been! I wore my wellies more this month than any other so far this year, have cwtched up on the sofa under blankets with candles burning, and have had some seriously miserable morning walks with Bungle. […]
I loved history lessons when I was in school. Yep, I was that brace-faced nerd in the front row who always had her hand up in the air and could rattle off random facts about people who’d died hundreds of years ago. Still am. Minus the braces, obviously! But I was never completely satisfied by […]
I picked up Helen Oyeyemi’s short story collection, What is Not Yours is Not Yours, just before Christmas. I love short stories – particularly ones that dip their toes into magical realism – and having finished Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber (…for the third time…), I was on the prowl for something new. Can’t lie, […]