Pachinko is a historical family saga following four generations from Korea to Japan, spanning over nearly a century. This is one of the most phenomenal novels I have read in a long time. It has been both educational, interesting and heartbreaking. An absolute must-read!
What I love most about this film is Lucky’s approach to facing his own mortality. There is no last action-packed adventure or drama. Lucky, an atheist, takes on this last spiritual journey in a truthful and realistic way. The change happens on the inside.
The Ten Thousand Doors of January took me along on a marvellous adventure written in a language so rich and flowery it gave life to every corner of each world I travelled through. I want to believe this story is real. I hope deep down that is.
Swallow draws us into the psychological horror of a newlywed housewifes domestic life. Hunter, a softspoken woman, finds herself spending her days alone in a big beautiful house overlooking an endless forest. Everything is provided for her by her husband Richie and his wealthy family. But her place is dependent on her obedience.
With The New New Normal, D.H Tracy captures the very moment when normality transforms with precision. This poetic encounter connects us to the universal experience of normalcy and how we build our day to day in modern western societies through the rhythm of ever-changing cycles in attempts to achieve balance.
There is a lot of wonderful fiction well worth the read in this collection entitled All-New Tales. Three reads, in particular, stood out to me, two of those by authors that I never read before. I am happy to have encountered them through this collection put together by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio.
After thirty-five years author Margaret Atwood answered the pleas of fans and stilled the curiosity once and for all. It was a thrill to read the first few words of a novel that has been awaited for as long as I have lived.
Just like a little worker bee, I am currently writing stories for you all, collecting to produce that honey that makes this blog what it is.
Friday the thirteenth is a day of superstition and mystery. Whenever it occurs, it feels special to me, as if anything strange and magical could happen. This particular Friday brought an eerie short story to my mind – The stories we used to tell. It was written by Shirley Jackson
As the frighteningly close US election is still in progress in the background, I thought I’d share another scary story to pass the time with. The story is called The Tell-Tale heart and was first published in 1843.
