This novel is stunning. These posts are a love letter to this book. Continue reading Now, Now, Now (Call Me By Your Name Series, Part Two: Obsessive Love)
This novel is stunning. These posts are a love letter to this book. Continue reading If Not Later, When? (Call Me By Your Name Series, Part One: Falling In Love)
I’d spoken to Ms. Granger’s secretary to arrange the meeting with her. I’d been a little dubious about the phone number I’d been given to call – I didn’t think wizards and witches had phones – but nonetheless it had connected and I’d spoken to a very kind gentleman on the other end. He’d requested that I would swing by to her office, as it was improbable that she would have time to step away, being as busy as she was. I agreed, because I would do whatever it took to have coffee with one of the most famous literary figures in existence.
I had been given rather odd instructions about heading to a phone box in a rather run down area of London. Not being from the capital it took me a while to find it (I got off one tube stop too early and had to walk further than anticipated), but eventually I found it. Phone boxes stand out these days; there aren’t that many around now that everyone has a mobile phone. I stepped inside and immediately noticed that it was broken. Ms Granger’s secretary (Mr. Helf) had told me that that wouldn’t matter, and all I needed to do was lift the receiver and speak my name and purpose into it. I felt completely daft doing so, wondering if anyone was watching me talking into a broken phone, and nearly dropped the phone with surprise when a smooth voice replied. I gave my details to the disembodied voice, speaking into the phone mouthpiece, despite the fact the voice sounded like they were standing right next to me. I felt distinctly stupid.
The next thing I knew, a small white badge had zoomed out of where the change was normally dispensed, and I took it, looking at the perfectly printed text on the surface:
Muggle Visitor (Permission Granted)
Percy Bysshe (pronounced Bish) Shelley was the poet that made me fall in love with poetry, and everything a poem could be. Continue reading Poet of the Month: Percy Bysshe Shelley
I don’t think we can look at this preoccupation with STEM as the key reason for the rise of populism, but I think it is more a clear manifestation of the way many governments are thinking at the moment. Continue reading Has focus on STEM aided the (re)rise of Populism?
Professor J. R. R. Tolkien had requested that we meet for 2pm on Saturday afternoon in the Old English Tea Rooms in the town we would both be visiting at the time. Continue reading Having Coffee With… J.R.R Tolkien
I thought I was going to have it all by the time I was twenty-one. Any older than that, I thought, and surely I was over the hill. Continue reading Dreams of an 18 Year Old
“Here are my words; they were special to me when I wrote them. Now, how will they be special to you?” Continue reading ‘To read it well: that is, to understand’
If you are not willing to learn, no one can help you. If you are determined to learn, no one can stop you… Continue reading Learn As If You Were To Live Forever
“We’re afraid that we will never escape our past. We’re afraid of what the future will bring. We’re afraid we won’t be loved, we won’t be liked. And we won’t succeed.” – Lady Bird (2017) Continue reading Lady Bird