Emily Brontë’s Poetry

Emily Brontë's Poetry In Sally Wainwright’s biopic about the Brontë family To Walk Invisible, one of my favourite scenes shows Charlotte discovering Emily’s poetry for the first time. While Charlotte starts reading her work, (a mixture of The Prisoner and High Waving Heather) we too hear it in Emily’s voice, the scene crossed with Emily... Continue Reading →


Emily Brontë’s Wild and Wonderful Wuthering Heights

"Here all the faults of Jane Eyre (by Charlotte Brontë) are magnified a thousand fold, and the only consolation which we have in reflecting upon it is that it will never be generally read".  James Lorimer, North British Review, 1847. This July is Emily Brontë's bicentenary, and to honour the 200 years since her birth, I’m going... Continue Reading →

My Holiday Reads Part Three: Home Fire

Home Fire Review Kamila Shamsie’s novel won the Women’s Prize for Fiction last month, and so when I was in Waterstones picking the final book I would bring on holiday, this seemed like an easy choice. I’ve tried in recent years to read more current and up-to-date releases, and the Women’s Prize for Fiction is... Continue Reading →

The Enchanted April Review

The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim Review All the books I read in May just made me desperate to go on holiday, and after finishing Call Me By Your Name I really wanted to continue reading good summer fiction, and The Enchanted April seemed like the ideal choice. Another charity shop find, (it helps... Continue Reading →

Spring in Winchester

Spring in Winchester "And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere" - Percy Bysshe Shelley  It’s been harder to enjoy spring this year, as the nice weather has coincided with looming deadlines and the end of the academic year. This spring has felt even more stressful as it’s... Continue Reading →

Spring in Literature

Spring in Literature “London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green. The sky was a crimson battlefield of spring, but London was not afraid.” – Howards End by E.M Forester Spring was my favourite... Continue Reading →


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