Pale Fire
Pale Fire Sometimes I imagine Alice Liddell became Vladimir Nabokov when she grew up. As a child in ‘Wonderland’ she was able to shrink [...]
Pale Fire Sometimes I imagine Alice Liddell became Vladimir Nabokov when she grew up. As a child in ‘Wonderland’ she was able to shrink [...]
Here and There – Norway Norway holds a special place in my heart, for reasons that go back to my school days. Recollections from [...]
Bridge to Terabithia Some books remain stuck in your memory, while others gently fade away. There is a moment at the beginning of Wind [...]
Here and There – Inside, Outside At my primary school in London, I wore a (small!) blazer, green, with a badge on the pocket. [...]