Paula Hawkins has said in interviews that she had the idea for her best-selling book ‘The Girl on the Train’ in her head for several years, but I still can’t help but see comparisons to ‘Gone Girl’, having read it. Continue reading “The Gone Girl on a Train?”
Mr. WB & I watched ‘What Richard Did’ on Valentine’s night. Not quite anyone’s idea of a romantic film, but RTE are showing Lenny Abrahamson’s back catalogue in the run-up to Oscar night. It was critically lauded on its release, but I’d missed it in the cinema, and up till now. Continue reading “What the Whimsical Bear Watched”
What do you do when there’s a terrorist attack in your holiday destination, 12 hours before you get on a plane? Do you accept the airline’s offer of cancellation, abandon your holiday and stay at home? Is that letting the terrorists win? Do you decide that, logically, it’s going to be safer now with heightened security than it was the previous week, and go anyway? What do you do? Continue reading “I love Paris”
I’m not vegetarian, but I love vegetarian food and eat lots of it.
I asked my Mum for The Happy Pear cookbook for my birthday last year, and am enjoying trying out some lovely new recipes.
Here’s two I tried recently (but alas, did not take photos of!) Continue reading “Two recipes from The Happy Pear”
Why not? Why does poor January have such a bad rep? Well, obviously we’re on an anti-climax after Christmas, it’s still dark and dreary….OK, enough.
Let’s view January instead as the upswing to Spring, with the evenings slowly, though impercertibly lengthening.
Imagine attending a posh girls’ boarding school in County Dublin, when a student from the neigbouring, and equally posh, boys’ boarding school is murdered on your school grounds. And then, a year later, posted on a school noticeboard: ‘I know who killed him’. Continue reading “The Secret Place-Tana French”
I always thought that I’d have a handbag when I grew up. In secondary school and college, I would think about my adult handbag and its contents. It would have one of my small mirrors, safety pins (can one go anywhere without them), wallet, lip balm, my copy of ‘The Little Book of Calm’ for those more trying moments. a neat little diary… No matter what life threw at me, there would be something in my handbag to help. (I think J.K. Rowling must have felt like this too- remember Hermione’s bag in Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows?) Continue reading “In the Bag”
The wind whizzes past my cycling helmet on the way home from the gym. Two Angelus bells ring- one lower, one higher, out of synch, from the convents on opposite sides of the road. It is a comforting sound.
In a few months it will be dark at this time, and my sunglasses (hardly necessary today with the burgeoning cloud) will be replaced by flashing bike lights.
For now, my socks are rolled down, leaving a strip of bare ankle between my leggings and my trainers. The cool breeze on these few inches of skin is the best that summer has to offer me today, and that’s OK.
“We live here, beneath the ground like cadavers, and carve streets into the terrain, then we name them and erect signposts to give us the illusion that we remain part of a common humanity.”
John Boyne has an easy-to-read style, even when writing about something as brutish as the battlefields of World War I. Continue reading “The Absolutist- John Boyne”