I build reading lists the way I pack a small bag for a trip: with attention to mood, a hunger for surprise and a soft refusal to overplan. Rainy weekends and quiet afternoons call for lists that feel like companions—books that suit the rhythm of drizzle against the window, the slow stretch of...
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Reading Guides
When I think about building a reading guide, I usually start with a single...
Interviews
When I sit down to interview a writer, I’m not only listening for a soundbite...
Deep Reads
When I first started rooting through the secondhand shelves of a tiny bookshop...
Deep Reads
There are books that show you a historical date, a set of facts and figures....
When I first started rooting through the secondhand shelves of a tiny bookshop in Brighton, I kept finding the same thing: novels with dust jackets browned at the edges, author names I recognised from footnotes or literary histories, and blurbs that...
There are books that show you a historical date, a set of facts and figures. Then there are novels that make history feel like a living room you can enter — the creak of a floorboard, the smell of cooking, the small, embarrassing, humane gestures...
I remember the first time I opened a restored edition of a book I had already read in a cheaper paperback: the pages felt like someone had taken a curtain aside and shown me a room I thought I’d known. Restored and annotated editions do something...
I love the little thrill that comes when a book you thought you knew finds a surprising echo in something new. Pairing a neglected classic with a contemporary counterpart is one of my favourite reading games: it sharpens attention, reveals...
I remember the first time a debut novel by a writer from an underrepresented background stopped me mid-page and made me reorder my reading list. It wasn’t just the novelty of a voice I hadn’t heard before; it was the way the book treated time,...
I still remember the thrill of opening a novelist’s backlist for the first time—the sense that a whole world of books had been waiting, quietly, behind the one everyone had been talking about. Backlists are where you find the brittle early...
I confess: serialized Victorian novels used to intimidate me. The idea of starting a book that sprawled across months (or years) of instalments felt like opening a ledger rather than sinking into a story. Then I started treating these works as...
I still remember the first time I realised my relationship with crime fiction could be more than Nordic thrillers and blockbuster TV adaptations. A reader at the shop asked me for “something like Stieg Larsson but not Swedish,” and I felt that...
I keep a small stack of nineteenth‑century poetry on my desk at all times — not the canonical handful everyone learns in school, but a scattered assemblage of voices that used to sit at the edges of anthologies. Over the last few years I’ve...
I open nearly every translated book these days with two small but powerful rituals: I skim the translation notes (if there are any) and I check who the translator is. Over years of reading across languages, I’ve learned that these tiny sections...