It seems the last couple of weeks, I really have been reading all the books in the news. But what can I do?

I’ve been thinking about friendships recently.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about people who helped to make our country. Or any country for that matter.

Call centre books and books about management schools — two genres I can live quite happily without. The writing seems to be exactly the same, the plotlines too follow a similar narrative.

Every writer needs a book that will make you want to write.

Since I am still floundering with Tolstoy, this week I offer you a more contemporary book, not part of my reading list, but something I perused recently and enjoyed very much. Actually, I had first come across The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas when I was travelling to the UK earlier this year, but book prices being prohibitive there, I just stuck

Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive a windfall in the form of book vouchers to a nearby bookstore.

Normally I’m a little sceptical about this whole new chick-lit-meets-crime-fic genre that seems to have mushroomed recently.

If you think about it, we all (thanks to this multicultural age) speak more than one language.

While stories about blood and gore are nice, nothing is quite as fascinating as getting into the mind of a killer.