I've got no work done today at all, because I had to sit down and finish reading this book.First of all, if anyone is looking for the perfect book to put on their holiday/christmas TBRs, something to read cuddled up in a blanket, in front of a fire with mulled wine (or tea) in their hand: stop lo...
This was fantastic! it filled me with so much emotion, happiness and sadness! one minute i was grinning and nodding like an idiot and the next i was blubbering and reaching for the tissues. This is not a good book to read in public, i was wailing uncontrollably on the bus and when people asked wh...
I am a huge fan of McFly, and I just wanted to get it out there as quickly as possible. To be completely honest, my reason for being giddy and excited about this book and the author had a lot to do about who she's married to (Tom Fletcher) rather than her talent. I loved seeing pictures of Giovan...
ATTETNTION SPOILERS!!!I definately liked the idea of the structure, each chapter narrated by one character and following them for nearly 20 years, though I would have liked to have read a chapter of the story told by Robert, as he is also one of the main characters and it looks like if he is left...
I have to say, I do love a good chick-lit. They are easy to read, usually pretty concise, and will steer clear of any complicated subject matters. After reading a selection of academic literature, I needed a break. This is where Giovanna Fletcher came in. I had heard through the grapevine that sh...
December always seems to flash by in an instant, but it’s been particularly quick this year. It’s already Christmas Eve and time to close the shop for a week over the festive season – bring on some time curled up on the sofa in my PJs with lots of chocolates and plenty of sleep. We’ve been rushed...
I’m not exactly keen on making myself look like an idiot, even if I am quite good at it. So, instead of making loads of plans for the weekend, I decide to have a quiet one staying indoors and brainstorming. Above everything else, it gives me an excuse not to accept the invite over to Mum and Dad’...
So as I walk into my room an hour later I’m not surprised to feel my phone vibrating in my pocket to let me know he’s calling. Even though I’m spaced out from the way my afternoon has panned out, my heart tells me I need to hear his voice – we might have spoken the previous night but communicatio...