“I have learnt to spin words like dervishes, to bewitch and blur reality.” The Salt Road by Jane Johnson   I still remember that moment a few weeks back, my train approaching London King’s Cross Station, me closing the book around a hundred pages in and exiting the train carriage onto the platform. That was …

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“Once upon a time, we fought demons together. Now we are older, wiser. We give our demons different names. And no names at all. This is not a story about growing up. It is a story about thinking you had grown up already. And finding it wasn’t that simple after all.”   Hopeless, Maine, Inheritance …

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I can’t recall ever starting to read a book with a nice cup of tea, with rose scented candles flickering on the table and soft Celtic melodies playing in the background. But there was something about this cover. A hint of magic as I touched it. Hauntingly beautiful, a friend said once, which is all …

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As a fan of the Broken Empire series I started Prince of Fools with some mild apprehension. I love the way Mark Lawrence writes, but other people, who already read the book, often used the word ‘different’ to describe it and I didn’t like different. I wanted the same, whatever this particular blend was I …

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In the end it came to one last game of life and death. Colours of sixty-four squares alternated between light and dark, but every move was painted sharper, every piece was coated brighter, than ever before. Gentle harmonies lulled me into an uneasy dream, softening my heart with beauty and laughter, closing my eyes to …

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