Broken city, broken dreams
In Detroit, violent death – along with foreclosure and despair – is a regular occurrence. But the part-human, part-animal corpses that have started appearing are more disturbing than anything Detective Gabriella Versado has ever seen[...]
[...]Broken Monsters lays bare the decaying corpse of the American Dream, and asks what we’d be prepared to do for fifteen minutes of fame, especially in an online world.
Lauren Beukes is pretty much on my auto-buy list (I mean, if I had the means to have an auto-buy list). I own most of her books, including her out-of-print Maverick, and Broken Monsters will soon be added. Continue reading
I’m twisting today’s TTT topic in honour of Harry Potter Month! How’s that for killing two birds with one stone. These are the ten characters from the Harry Potter World that I would want with me on a deserted island. We assume that they don’t have broomsticks with them and that they can’t apparate from the island or transfigure into a sea creature to swim away… because that would just be too easy.
April is LGBT-month with LauraPlusBooks and FightingDreamer. Although I am studying VERY HARD (I really am), I wanted to get this post in really quickly. I realised a while ago that I haven’t read that many LGBT books. I’ve read quite a few where a secondary character is LGBT (The Mortal Instruments, Mara Dyer, etc) and quite a few short-story collections, like Yes, I am! and OMG QUEER. Then there was Every Day (which is kind of, I don’t know, pansexual?) and Luna.
Recently I read Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. It was incredible (not quite a five-star read, due to some issues I have with the final bit of the book) and while reading I kept thinking how this narrative felt to me like a revolution not only in LGBT writing, but YA in general.
On our first day of ophthalmology, we were asked something that has almost nothing to do with eyes except for the fact that one should use them if you have them.
The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp by Rembrandt van Rijn
The children in Burma waited for us, greeting us with smiles and postcards. Buy a postcard, buy a postcard, buy a postcard. They greet us with impeccable English, helps us merrily on our way to the next attraction.
The children in Burma told us which were the nice fruits to eat, the cheap shops to buy from. They wore perpetual smiles.
They wear yellow circles of Thanaka paste on their cheeks, for good skin and sun protection and mosquito aversion. The story goes that the paste will show a father if his daughter has been kissed. Continue reading
I recently read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. It is not one of my favourite books, but it definitely is noteworthy to some extent. For one, I think that apart from the Bible, it is the oldest piece of writing I have ever read.
Like last year, I attended the National Arts Festival (better known as the Grahamstown Festival) yesterday.
Apart from the superb shows, the Arts Fest has some lovely arts&crafters selling their work. Although they’re all great, my favourites are the ones that are made from recycled material: