A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
Oh, all RIGHT, we’ve dragged ourselves unwillingly back into the Den and are currently hurling recriminations at each other over who left the unidentifiable hairy grey thing in the fridge and scrawled drunken obscenities in the loo. (It’s not so much the obscenities we care about, as the atrocious spelling.)
Fortunately, one or two of us actually did some reading over the summer – along with the traditional seasonal activities of sleeping in airports, sitting in queues of traffic and fielding fractious, screaming children – and we have our usual mixed bag of reviews to welcome you back to what passes for normality in these deeply weird times …
Monday: Colin sits down to dine in We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson and wonders if it is safe to use the sugar.
Wednesday: Two different books, two different kinds of journeys. Jackie looks at the similarities between books by Gabourey Sidibe and Rosamund Burton.
Friday: Hilary, all behind with her novel-a-month challenge, reviews one whose cover fetched her across a crowded bookshop, Alex Wade’s Flack’s Last Shift.
(Photo credit: ‘Motorway Madness’ by David Bolton on Flickr. Reproduced under a Creative Commons licence.)