Where do my books come from? 2017

This post is inspired by Kerry at Pickle Me This, and by my own love of numbers, charts and research, because I want to know where my books come from and yours too.

Join in! You can either list the last 30 books you read, as Kerry did, or calculate your stats for the whole year. I’ve done my year in books and some infographics to accompany them!

P.S This list does not (and cannot for obvious reasons) include a huge chunk of reading I do for Knight Errant Press – the dozens of short stories, poems, novels and excerpts I’ve gone through this year will not be accounted for here.

  1. Fun Home – Alison Bechdel | borrowed from Friend
  2. Treats – Lara Williams | Library
  3. Are you my mother? – Alison Bechdel | borrowed from Friend
  4. Letter from an Unknown Woman – Stefan Zweig | Library
  5. The Lives of Animals – J. M Coetzee | Library
  6. Look at the Birdie – Kurt Vonnegut | Library
  7. Red Dust Road – Jackie Kay | Library
  8. Gilead – Marilynne Robertson | Library (Audio)
  9. Seven Brief Lessons on Physics – Carlo Rovelli | Library (Audio)
  10. The Metamorphosis – Franz Kafka | Library (Audio)
  11. The Witches – Roald Dahl | Library (Audio)
  12. Flesh of the Peach – Helen McClory | Netgalley (Advanced Review eBook)
  13. Firewall – Henning Mankell | Library (Audiobook)
  14. Blood Stained Tea – Amy Tasukada |Netgalley (eBook) DNF
  15. The Selected Stories vol. 1 – Phillip K. Dick | Library (Audiobook)
  16. The Good Immigrant – ed. by Nikesh Shukla | Library
  17. The Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins | Library (Audiobook)
  18. The Adoption Papers – Jackie Kay | Library
  19. Sula – Toni Morrison | Library (Audiobook)
  20. We Have Always Lived in the Castle – Shirley Jackson | part Library eBook and Audiobook
  21. Juliet Takes a Breath – Gaby Riviera | NetGalley (Advanced Review eBook) [review]
  22. Mathilda – Roald Dahl | Library (Audiobook)
  23. Fated – Benedict Jacka | borrowed from a Friend
  24. The Historian – Elizabeth Kostova | Library (Audiobook)
  25. When you Are Engulfed in Flames – David Sedaris | Library
  26. Reckless – Cornelia Funke | Library (Audiobook)
  27. Spectacles – Sue Perkins | Library (Audiobook)
  28. George’s Marvellous Medicine – Roald Dahl | Library (Audiobook)
  29. [Author Manuscript] | eBook
  30. When Breath Becomes Air – Paul Kalanithi | Library (Audiobook)
  31. Men Explain things to Me – Rebecca Solnit | Library (Book)
  32. The Princess Diarist – Carrie Fisher | Library (Audiobook)



Children’s 3 YAMemoir/Biography 4 SF/F/Horror 5 ComixShort Stories and EssaysCrime fictionLiterary Fiction (Novels)Popular ScienceLGBTQI 2
Poetry 1

This has been a big year for my reading habits –  I dipped my toes into crime fiction, shorter forms of writing and memoir! I am also continuing my epic quest, sadly thwarted by Half Bad – of exploring YA.



Male* 11 Mixed 1 (an anthology) Female* 15 LGBTQI+/NB* 7 POC 4 Translated 3

*The authors identify as described above to the best of my knowledge and research.

I have consciously made an effort to pick up more works written by women, by LGBTQI+/NB folk, POC and authors in translation. I think I did a pretty good job of it, though I can and will do better in 2018.


eBookAudiobook 16 Physical 13

This was a busy year in all sorts of ways – audiobooks really helped fill my gap in reading while I scrambled to do other things, whilst commuting to work and when my eyes and brain were much too tired and wired to read. Though I am happy to see that more than half of the books read were inked!


Friend 3 Library 25 ARC’s (NetGalley etc)Other 1

This year my budget was very tight and I discovered the glory of NetGalley and Overdrive.


“The search for truth takes us to dangerous places,” said Old Woman Josie. “Often it takes us to that most dangerous place: the library. You know who said that? No? George Washington did. Minutes before librarians ate him.”
Joseph Fink, Welcome to Night Vale


This year I will also be adding a log of the books I bought – how and where – even if I haven’t read them. To start off:

November and December 2017

‘Fig’ by Maria Stoian 2017 (a zine) – ECAF – HC
‘Anatomy of the (broken) Heart’ by Kathryn Briggs (a graphic novel) – ECAF – HC
‘Feminism is Queer’ by Mimi Marinucci (2nd edition, academic non-fiction) – independent bookshop – HC
‘Goblin’ 2017 by Ever Dundas (a novel) – the author – HC
‘Attrib. and other stories’ by Eley Williams (short stories collection)- the publisher (Black Friday Sale) – HC
‘Delusions of Gender’ by Cordelia Fine (non-fiction) – independent bookshop – HC
‘Your Silence Will not Protect You’ 2017 by Audre Lorde (collection of essays) – independent bookshop – HC
‘The Violet Sea’ by Roisin Loughran & Kirsty Hunter – ECAF – HC
CONSENTED: the GENDER issue (magazine) – the publisher – HC



Flesh of the Peach: A dense and intricate dessert by Helen McClory

I received an advance copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. This review is spoiler free.

Flesh of the Peach by Helen McClory

@HelenMcClory | Author’s Blog

Published by Freight Books, Glasgow

RD: 20th April 2017

I first discovered McClory’s writing through her debut collection of flash fiction, On the Edges of Vision – which won Saltire’s Debut Award. A prize well-deserved.

This, on the other hand, is the author’s first novel. I approached it rather tentatively. McClory’s writing is dense, detailed and evocative – a natural fit for short stories, snapshots and poetry. I wasn’t sure if I could handle such intensity in a novel-sized narrative. But I gave it a try.

To be frank, even after having awarded the book 4/5 on Goodreads (it’s more of a 3.5/5 for me), I still have mixed feelings about it. Most of these feelings are positive.

The prose is dense and poetic, it conjures up a myriad of feelings and landscapes (both physical and mental), that at times you really want to swat away in order to get to the meat of the plot and character. The barrage of language and imagery is so intense, in fact, that it took me a month to read. There are no fly-away sentences. Every. Single. One. Is. Packed. To. Maximum. Capacity. This is definitely not a ‘light’ book, not a so called ‘beach read’ (whatever that means). Whilst the language and imagery are the strongest aspects of this novel – they are also, often, it’s shortcoming. The language sometimes desensitizes the reader from the leading characters and from the plot, to a point where it becomes difficult to understand not only Sarah (the main character) but the story as a whole.

To draw a comparison: Flesh of the Peach is like an indulgent, rich and complex dessert – a dark chocolate melt in the middle with a ganache center spiced with smoke. You can only eat so much before the taste overwhelms you to the point of becoming bland in its intensity. It is a work to be chipped away, bit by bit, made to be savoured – each and every chapter, paragraph, sentence, phrase, word, syllable…not to be hoovered down in one go.

The characters in this novel are earthy (at times they ground together like sand on your back teeth), the sketches we see of them through Sarah’s eyes are brief but full of texture – there is no single flat surface in this book. Everything and everyone is brimming with detail, colour, depth. Nobody is likeable but you will find yourself slowly but surely relating to their imperfections, they are broken (in familiar ways) and human – just as we all are. “Hell is other people” – the name of a contemporary horror film, but also a fitting description of Sarah’s world. I would go as far as to change that to: “Hell is me, you, us.” Sarah is complex, I was often perplexed by her behaviour (even though, looking back, I feel like we have finally found an understanding). I kept dipping in and out, often losing my connection with her character. She did make a comeback (for me, personally) at the very end, where she felt more lucid and grounded (and so did the prose) because, it seems to me, she connected with her body (and the present tense) – almost like she decided to finally occupy it, for real. Unlike the beginning of the novel, where much of our time was spent in her memories and reminiscences. It felt claustrophobic. Sarah is no simpleton. There is no solution for her kind of trouble and there doesn’t need to be.

I will need to return to this book a second time to understand Sarah’s character better. It will be easier then, since I will not have to deal with the initial shock that the prose had caused me. As I read I kept pulling the novel apart for quotes, at times bookmarking entire chapters. Chipping away – bit by bit.

Good to know that, before making my mind up, I will have to re-read Flesh of the Peach again. The wait for McClory’s next book will be that much less painful when I have a re-read to look forward to!


A wee life update.


A lot has happened in the last year.

A dissertation on Digital Spaces and Translated Fiction was written.

A graduation. I am now a proud bearer of an MSc in Publishing from the Edinburgh Napier University.

An engagement.

Moving houses. Moving towns.

First Christmas and New Year away from family.


Just look at that diffused sunshine…

Then I went and got married to my incredible partner on the most cheesiest, corniest day of the year – 14th of February. We will struggle to book a table at a nice place to celebrate our anniversary but we will always remember the date!

Then I went and launched a publishing press – Knight Errant Press. We are currently busy putting together our first project: F, M or Other: Quarrels with the Gender Binary. I even managed to rope in a talented Editor and a fellow ENU colleague (Rhiannon Tate) to join my wee team. All in all it is going quite well. There is a lot of learning-on-the-go but, so far,  I am enjoying it. Watch this space, or even better – the Press’ website, for more news and updates.


I’ve set myself a more realistic reading target this year – 36 books. I’ve read 5 so far, these:


I’m an avid library user and most of my reviews are on Goodreads.

Currently juggling: 

Jackie Kay’s Red Dust Road

J.M Coetzee The Lives of Animals 

Helen McClory’s Flesh of the Peach [eBook received via Netgalley, due for a review in this blog once I am done with it!]


2016 YA


Here goes my list of  YA titles to be read this year. I will try to make reviews spoiler free, but don’t read them if you plan to read the book (!), I can’t promise safety. All opinions expressed are my own. These are personal reflections, sometimes they are harsh but mostly critical – nothing more.

I’ve never done this before. I am likely to ramble as I work my way through.

TBR: Cinder by Marissa Meyer (The Lunar Chronicles #1);Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas (Throne of Glass #1); The Fault in our Stars by John Green; Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard (Red Queen #1); Carry On by Rainbow Rowell; Made You Up by Francesca Zappia; Mosquitoland by David Arnold; All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven; Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli; Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon; Hollow Pike by Juno Dawson

progress Read

  1. Half Bad by Sally Green (01/02-10/02)

    Cover Design by Tim Green, Faceout Studio

Half Bad was published in 2014 by Puffin Books and is Sally Green’s debut work. On March 2014 it set a world record for being the most translated debut book by a first time author pre publication – 45 different translations were made.

Half Bad is set in modern-day Europe, where witches and humans (fains) live side by side. There are the Black Witches and there are the White Witches. The young protagonist, Nathan, is half White and half Black. His mother is dead, and his father is the most powerful and the most feared Black Witch in the world. We follow Nathan as he grows up and is eventually trapped, tortured and abused by the Council of White Witches. Nathan has to escape before his seventeenth birthday, when he should receive three gifts and his magical ability. There are rumours that if a Black Witch does not receive their gifts they will quickly waste away.

First things first: the book cover is beautiful. Simple and smart.

Initially I was attracted to the idea of someone growing up in a completely hostile environment, where everything works against him – including his heritage. The mention of witches definitely tipped the scale, but I believe sharing a name with the main character had a lot to do with it…

The thing that surprised me about Half Bad was the ‘experimental’ writing style. The narrative shifts from second to first person and the text is physically altered to reflect the timing of the narration – this works well at the beginning, but the exoticism tapers off quickly and the language transforms from ‘blunt’ to overly simple. There are a number of occasions when this works well alongside Nathan’s unreliable narration. The boy hasn’t had much of an education in the traditional sense, he loathes reading and can barely write (I suspect dyslexia) – he is observant and action focused – not the verbose type. This simple, single minded point of view can also explain the lack of depth in other characters.

When it came to action scenes the writing felt weak, a flourish of details and non-sequential movements that often left me puzzled as to what exactly happened. Towards the end, where the action gets tough, there were a number of decisions and situations that defied common sense and logic… The “massive cliffhanger” that ends this book, the first installation of a trilogy, felt rather soggy and cliche and left me neither hot nor cold. To be fair the malaise that was growing in me from page 50 would have been very difficult to displace.

The Black vs White dichotomy is trodden thin with wear, but to Green’s credit she tries her best to show us that goodness and good actions have nothing to do with being on the ‘right’ side (or being a White witch). In fact, the opposite is true – subservience, thoughtless obedience to a cause, achieving a  goal “no matter the costs”, separating the world into us and them – are the causes of worldly evil and what the White witch council is all about. The Black witches, bound by their genetics, are always a bit off and are the ones being persecuted. This book definitely had the whiff of ethnic and religious persecution about it, as well as giving coverage to the nature vs nurture debate.

“This grim and thrilling tale, first in a planned trilogy, features understated prose that lets readers’ imaginations fill in the blanks, as well as a well-developed sense of Witch culture. Nathan, the damaged survivor of horrific abuse, is an unforgettable protagonist, and Green expertly captures his torment at being caught between the mutually hostile sides of his heritage.”Publishers Weekly

On the one hand the narrow, polar point of view which slowly changes as Nathan evolves and begins to see “different shades of grey”, the lack of depth and empathy  – fit snugly into the adolescent psyche and can easily draw in a young reader. I felt myself struggle against this pull as I tried to glimpse more of the other characters, as I judged Nathan’s rash actions and unmediated responses –  this critical eye is what prevented me from being ‘ensnared’ by the fast paced narration, what made me pause and notice the potholes or the times when the story was running out of steam.

Feeling ostracised from your family and community, feeling lost, hating school, the us vs them mentality, the desire to belong to a group, standing out (reluctantly)  from your peers, to have scars (both physical and mental) – a young person (or anyone, really) experiences some of them, sooner or later. Nathan, however, experiences them all. If we strip away the magic, what remains is unspeakable child abuse. This brings me to another aspect of Half Bad – the violence and cruelty. I admit to enjoying some muck and gore here and there, but Half Bad is filled with emotional and psychological torture that tugged at my comfort zone and made me profoundly uncomfortable. My younger self would have surely been mortified. Which is appropriate, considering the context. One too many TV series and movies revel in gratuitous violence and torture, portraying toxic relationship as desirable – often numbing the audience to both fictional and real life danger. Half Bad makes a point of highlighting true horror, that is: the silence and isolation that surrounds everyday injustices that go by unnoticed everyday. A chilling reminder that there is no one to hear you scream. 

I admit that I am spoiled when it comes to reading. Half Bad was a compulsive but difficult read, at the end I had to force my way through and was glad to be done. The subject matter and the protagonist are complex and deserve attention; but the story, narrative structure and language felt underdeveloped. I am not certain how purposeful the “understated prose that lets the reader’s minds fill in the blanks” really is – it could be that the reviewer, like myself, was simply filling in the hollows. Overall I feel that Half Bad has promise, but it is not complete.


Review: Grief is the thing with Feathers by Max Porter

Grief. Obsession. Time.


A book of madness, of talking symbols and imaginary animals.

One of the more peculiar reads in my TBR pile which I finished this evening.

I picked it up on a book tube recommendation and am very grateful that I did so. It’s very difficult to describe.

A polyphony of voices that interlope swinging back, forwards, sideways, all ways – it reads like being stuck in a flurry of black feathers and suddenly finding yourself in a dream much alike Agent Cooper’s Red Room. You are an outsider, patiently observing a very personal crisis. You can see inside other’s minds and hearts but you have no control of where you’re going; you ache, who is Ted Hughes?. you chuckle, you feel your heart sink and your face grimace. It’s a play, it’s a poem, it’s lore all shaken – not stirred – into 114 pages. Also, the cover designer is Emily CROW.


A stream of digressions #1: mainly On Monsters and Other Humans

It has been a strange week. Some days were incredibly fast and filling, other days felt like time could not have possibly moved slower.

Today is one of those slow days.

I look at the clock and it’s almost 8pm, yet I could have sworn I just came back from my morning walk on the hills.

On these days I revert to my hibernation mode, I lock everyone out and am left one on one with myself, my thoughts and the to-do list. This may surprise many who know me personally but there are genuinely days when I don’t want to have a conversation or even physically contact other humans and that’s OK. It’s completely normal and something that I call (thanks to a suggestion from a kind friend) – ” battery low 1% remaining” i.e when your social, physical or emotional reserves are depleted. Take a rest, have a day off, go for a walk if you can handle it, snuggle with a cup of tea – take care of yourself.

I have quite a lot going on these days and it was silly of me to think that vlogging would take up less of my time than blogging, so I would like to let everyone whom I’ve promised or told of my channel to know that things are being put together, it’s just taking a lot more time and resources than I thought it would.

I’ve planned out my introduction video, tested my camera, am generally prepared for my first video book review and have penned down the first essay in my 3-part series titled “Scandalous”. What’s left to do? RECORDING AND EDITING IT ALL. Please bear with me as I plough through my course-work, personal business, work, life and, of course, extra curricular reading.

The vlog is going to happen eventually.

I’m only half-way through but I can already feel the surge of thoughts I’d like to tell overwhelm me, making my mind ‘quit unexpectedly’ like a Chrome window with too many tabs open.




Emerald Fennell’s “Monsters” caught my eye during a scouting mission to Princess Street’s Waterstones. The aim of the mission was to assess current bestsellers, the shop layout and bookshelf politics. I rarely venture into the YA section, if only to grope Garth Nix’s novels, curse the internet and lament how I should have spent more wisely the little free time I had during school-years.

A tentative glance around the YA shelves leaves me barely warm, my inner snob is huffing and puffing and my inner voice-over is wondering why exactly are teenagers (I used to be one too!) attracted to some of these books.*

“Monsters” made me pick it up twice. I am a hardy combination of a book addict (an impulse buyer when I’m having a bad day) and student with a small allowance. A book has got to be real special for me to want to buy it at Waterstones. I circled the general fiction floor a dozen times (half of them in search of my mother whom I found clutching at a ‘I<3 Darcy’ tote and refusing to leave the shop without it) – during those tours I kept coming back to the YA corner.

Although ‘one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover’ – today this saying is more apt for people than books. Books have long become products; and product presentation is key to success. Many an established publisher have published Nobel Prize winners, classics and cultural milestones alongside what most of the reading world has unanimosly labelled a crime against the written word, books, the noble calling of a writer etc. This, unfortunately, is how the capitalist pie rolls. To use a gardening metaphor: crops grow best on natural manure, especially strawberries. In a world where content growth is exponential consumers are fickle and abstinent with their finances. A publisher must do everything possible to promote and establish their product among thousands of others.

Sorry folk.

This particular book, in my opinion, is like the seashore it depicts on the cover. Its appearance, far from neutral, leaves enough room for both childish nonchalance and adult gra(depra)vity that so many grown-ups refuse to attribute to children. All monsters were once men and children. One simply needs to mention Golding’s “Lord of the Flies” or King’s “Children of the Corn” to get some heads nodding. I believe it’s all part of a  new cross-over trend that Penguin started with John Green’s “The Fault in our Stars”.

I am a tactile person and I like to savour books. With my hands: feeling the texture of the cover, the corners (I once encountered (and purchased) a book where the corners were rounded off – pure bookish ecstasy), the thickness and the quality of the paper and the threading of the spine. With my eyes: taking in the cover, the text layout, type, spacing, guttering and the little illustrated sections (or chapter) markers.

I don’t like my food pre-packaged just like I don’t like my books catered to ‘a particular audience’. There is a certain quality I will expect from them all, of course, but none of that flamboyant gimmick that often takes over YA.

Anyhow –

 Fast-forward this Thursday: I decided to explore the inside of the “Edinburgh Bookshop” – having walked past it almost every single day for at least a month now – and guess what? “Monsters” was waiting for me there! I found a slip inside the book with a note scribbled on with a bic pen: be  warned this book is definitely for those young readers 16+ and above (approx. citation).

I guess that’s enough writing about a book I haven’t read yet! It’s time to go purchase a copy and see what it’s really like inside – ’cause in the end that’s what matters most.

* adults are children who’ve grown tall, grey and cautious. 🙂

 ** I am not about to wander into a polemic rant on gender politics in the sales campaigns of YA fiction and it’s overbearing, guru like manner of asserting the idea that at this particular age all girls want some glitter, feelings, slice-of-life and romance no matter how unpalatable and all boys will prefer adventures, thrillers, inventions and scares – to which I say ‘NAY! However, this is a digression for another time.