Ahh, December 31st. It’s that time of year when reflection runs rampant. The 365 days have been assessed and judgement has been issued: Well, I won’t do that again.
It was the third phone call that did me in. Up until that point I thought I had this trifle business sorted. It’s just cake with custard, fruit, jelly and a splash of wine – how hard could it be?
Roz Chast’s graphic memoir of the final years of her parents’ lives, Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant, explores the final years of her parents’ lives with raw honesty and biting humour.
I just finished Ali Smith’s 11th book, the Booker-shortlisted How To Be Both, and I keep asking myself, “How has this brilliant writer escaped my reading list?”