I have recently joined a book group and members had commented on their interest in my choice in books, due to having a degree in English Literature and as a writer. This offhand comment intrigued me a lot as I do not consider myself any more qualified to chose or critique a book compared to those without a relevant degree. What I would say is that it gives you a love for more than just a good plot and characters. I love unreliable narrators myself, but I know this is a person

I was doing some procrastination/ career research that involved google searching the words “Glasgow” and “publishing” and came across what I thought was an informative blog, notesfromtheintern . At first I read it from a purely scientific point of view for ideas about what the publishing world is like, but I soon became engrossed in what I believed was the author’s very open confessions. Thirty minutes on I realised I had been duped and I would like to applaud this experiment

“Well,” my sister said, “you of all people, want a Kindle?” Of course she had her reasons to be some bemused  at my turn around. I have been a bibliophile since I could remember, and dreamt of having a library bigger than in Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast”, with window seats, a ladder on a rail and a roaring fireplace. So now here I am with four-fifths of my book collection ready to be delivered to Oxfam, and a brand spanking new Kindle. What had happened? 1. Library Books My