The most memorable moment of my 2015 reading life was discovering the work of Kazuo Ishiguro.
The Japanese-born English author has been a literary mainstay for two or three decades now, of course, but I’d somehow never got around to reading him.
I had seen the film version of Never Let Me Go but associated it more with Alex Garland, the novelist turned film maker who wrote the screenplay, than I did Ishiguro. Continue reading “My favourite books of 2015”
Okay, so here’s how it’s going to work.
* I have to read 52 books by the end of 2016 but beyond that, there are no weekly or monthly quotas. If it takes me three weeks to read a long book then so be it, as long as it all evens out in the end.
* I’ll mostly be reading fiction but I’ll squeeze in the occasional non-fiction book too. Continue reading “52 books in 2016: a few rules”
Hello book lovers and welcome to Bookhemian Rhapsody.
This is a blog born of a horrifying realisation: I’ll never read all the good books.
I’ve done the numbers.
I’m 33 now, so if I live to the average Australian male life expectancy age of 80 – and I’m not afflicted with blindness or debilitating mental infirmity in the meantime – I’ve got 47 years of reading to go. Continue reading “Welcome to Bookhemian Rhapsody”
