Yesterday I returned home laden with books. Today I returned home with one further book. On returning home today, I made a phone call to a publisher; yesterday I read two books before going to sleep. Books make me happy.

(For those of you who are interested, some of them were in fact related to my essay: I found Hawksmoor and If on a Winter's ( Read more... )

Now that I have flattered you all gratuitously and hopefully made you feel all warm and gloopy inside, I am going to be terrible and appalling and utterly shameless and enlist your help in not one but two separate ventures. Whether or not I shall continue to address you in the second person is currently unknown ( Read more... )

I am very bad at sticking to things. (Which is odd, considering that I was described, at one point, as being 'sticky', in French, which was entirely, exactly true). I am bad at New Years resolutions precisely because of this, and so don't tend to make them very often. This year I have three, although they're all fairly abstract: Be a better ( Read more... )