The gentle ebb and flow of activity indicate some major moments in my life - personal tragedy, further study, ill health, and happiness, all have been present in the intervening years, perhaps imperceptibly to you my dear readers, but every absence, indeed, every post, takes me back to the life I was living when it was written or abandoned. There are notable absences, Wuthering Heights, for example, my most read book, has somehow evaded review, appearing only in passing comments in discussion of other books. It’s only been in recent years that I’ve begun keeping a log of my reading, mistakenly thinking that this site sufficed, and yet I’m constantly amazed by the books that have somehow fallen through the cracks.
For most of this blog’s life it’s been my own little space to muddle out my thoughts about books, theatre, exhibitions, and the occasional bit of food. In the past couple of years I’ve begun sharing my posts, getting to know other bloggers, and even being sent books to review. The supportive book blogger community has been a happy revelation, eager to share enthusiasm, but similarly happy to discuss differences of opinion. Thank you to anyone reading this, and to everyone that’s interacted over the years - your recommendations, support, and shared passion have kept me reading, writing, and enjoying book blogger life despite the ever growing to-be-read pile, ready to topple at any moment, and the self-imposed deadlines that can at times make it all feel a bit stressful.
I can’t quite believe this blog has existed for an entire decade, and if you’ll excuse the indulgence, here are the reviews of some of my reading highlights. Here’s to the next decade and all the books and friendships that are waiting to be discovered.