Category Archives: Books

Well, don’t I feel fancy? I do. I feel incredibly fancy. Not as fancy as Nana in her splendour, but still. We try. At this point I think I can say that I just really like Zola. Many spoilers below. … Continue reading →

Here we are again! I found Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar a lot easier to read than The Son of Tarzan for various reasons, among which was that I didn’t spend the entire time rolling my eyes at how … Continue reading →

I’m not going to write a scholarly essay on this, sorry and you’re welcome. This is just closure for me, and letting myself brag a bit, because this was a really difficult read and I got through it! (Musical accompaniment!)

I’m only… eight years late? Well, let’s get stuck in. Spoilers abound, probably.

“But Danni, why?” you ask, and I know, I know. We got the Disney Tarzan remake at Sneak, so according to the law of the land I had to read the book. The most legit-looking copy of the book in … Continue reading →

Oh man, this one is going to be disappointing in terms of analysis and detail. What can I say? I’ve been waiting years for it, and it came. It was what I was hoping for. I only had to haul … Continue reading →

So, given all the Covid-19 that’s going around, it’s probably a good time to catch up on reading, yes? I have a bit of a (totally normal) cold right now, so I’m feeling particularly sympathetic to the quarantiners. And happy … Continue reading →

I mean I’m going to open with this: if you want to read the thoughts of people much more interesting and intelligent than me, read the (wonderful) Guardian reading group’s posts on it, and the comments. My thoughts are not … Continue reading →

When I was a wee bairn, I was nosing around the stalls at my primary school’s summer fayre with a few pound my parents had given me to amuse myself and raise whatever funds those fayres were for (they were … Continue reading →

I enjoyed this more than I thought I would! Not because I was thinking ugh I will hate this book, better read it, because I uh definitely never do that (let me kick Thomas Wolfe under this carpet here), but … Continue reading →