Susan’s Bookshelves: Rice Without Rain by Minfong Ho
About 25 years ago, I hooked up with some teachers in Singapore who also ran a publishing company. At this distance I...
About 25 years ago, I hooked up with some teachers in Singapore who also ran a publishing company. At this distance I...
I’m an eclectic reader. I read most sorts and deliberately choose different levels of intensity. I used to tell my students that...
So the censors – sorry “sensitivity advisers” – have decreed that Roald Dahl’s Matilda can no longer read Rudyard Kipling. She has...
Coming back to Charlotte Bronte’s life changing, life-affirming 1847 masterpiece for at least the twelfth time is like listening to a Beethoven...
I often think about Laurie Lee’s Cock Pheasant “gilded with leaf-thick paint” swaggering across “the cidrous banks of autumn”. We used to...
I read Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides in 2003 when it won the Pullitzer prize and was fascinated by the glittering originality of...
I blame Jermyn Street Theatre. I was early for a show there recently (review job) and the doors weren’t open. So I...
I read James Baldwin’s Another Country around 1968, when it was only six years old and therefore quite a recent book. Baldwin...