The Great Gatsby

Somehow through both high school and an MA in English, I managed to miss reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby.  So when I discovered that Baz Luhrmann was making it into a movie, I decided to read the book before going to see it. Right when I read the first page, I knew The... Continue Reading →

Fifty Shades Freed, by E. L. James

The hardest thing about reading Fifty Shades Freed is admitting to it afterwards. You probably read the first two as well – a cause for further embarrassment. Be that as it may, though, kudos to James. Through some clever marketing she has made herself some mega-bucks out of this whole enterprise and has revitalised the... Continue Reading →

Cold Hands, by John J. Niven

It’s not very often that I physically react to what I’m reading in a novel, but Niven’s Cold Hands had me crying within the first ten pages and literally cringing a lot from there on. This is a gruesome thriller, reminiscent of Val McDermid, and I barely put it down from start to finish. There’s... Continue Reading →

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