I don’t read a huge amount of non-fiction. I think historically this has been due to a deep-seated belief that non-fiction = educational. I want my reading to be fun, and ‘being educated’ isn’t fun, it’s something you do because a teacher/government official says you have to. Continue reading “5 Non-Fiction Books to Read in 2018”
The festival has finished, the nights are drawing in, and it is time to reflect upon the sensory overload that has become my go-to excuse for not writing as much as I ought to in August.
Are you one of those people who has trouble deciding what to read next? Perhaps you accumulate books like bankers accumulate bonuses, and you’ve got so many you don’t quite know where to start? This is, after all, one of the occupational hazards of being an enthusiastic reader.
In 2014, might I suggest that you occasionally base your decision on the gender of the author? I’ll tell you for why.
A second guest blog from Rose McConnachie – on subjugation, syphilis and Twilight.
In my previous guest post, I ranted about the inherent confusion in the romantic fiction world between abuse and wooing. In this post, I hope to rant about some other stuff.