4 Classics on my shelf I still need to read



Great Expectations by Charles Dickens – I thought this book was longer than it is. It’s actually a reasonable length. I’ve always struggled with Charles Dickens. I know his books are supposed to be humorous? I have never been able to recognise that, trying to get past some of the language and obviously society was different then. I did read Oliver Twist and I liked that one. I will give this a go. I’m sure I have already read some of it.

Howard’s End by E. M. Forster– I read a few pages and I had to put it back down. I find with some classics the way women are spoken of and to is too much. I like to chill with a book sometimes, not only for education and getting angry. I did read A Passage to India by this author, it was recommended by my English teacher at the time and that one I did enjoy. I will have to re-read that.

The Waves by Virginia Woolf – I love the way this woman writes, but. But this didn’t grab me. I put it down and haven’t gotten around to picking it up again yet. I read some of her books and I think I was too young to fully appreciate them. Like Orlando, didn’t get it. I read a lot of classics around the age of 11/12 and while I enjoyed them, I don’t think I fully appreciated when, why etc. they were written and about the writer. I think I just absorbed them.
I love the cover of this book, only cost 80 pence in the 70’s. If only books cost that now. I mean, postage costs a couple of quid.

Far from the Madding Crowd – I read Jude the Obscure when I was 16? Love the name Jude. That’s all it took for me to read it, the name Jude. And that was me done with Thomas Hardy. Done. Too much. Bit like poking a bruise, curiosity made me buy this one, I bought Jude the Obscure too, and perhaps I will read it. Will I re-read Jude the Obscure though? I’m not sure.


i rise // i rise // i rise // Poems for a World gone to Sh*t @Quercusbooks “the amazing power of poetry to make even the most f**ked up times feel better”


Title: Poems for a World gone to Sh*t

Publisher: Quercus Books

Genre: Poetry








It can feel like the world has gone to shit at the moment, can’t it? The perfect book then is surely this poetry anthology, compiled, and published by Quercus books. The inside describes it as, ‘Here in this little book you will find inspiration to guide you though, from that first instinct to just get the f**k away from it all, via what the hell you can do about any of it, to realising that the birds are still singing. These poems are about remembering to keep looking at the stars, whatever sh*t life is throwing at you,

I like the yellow inside, the simple design of the book cover, and interior chapters. It’s a book that is going to brighten up your bookshelf. I like too that this not another book of collected poetry from poets that have been republished in anthologies so many times your eyes roll right back in your head. Holly McNish, Nikita Gill, and Lemn Sissay feature in this book.
The opening poem though is an old favourite This be the Verse by Philip Larkin, “they fuck you up your mum and dad,” The chapter titles are aptly named. This be the Verse is from Chapter 1 What the F**k?
The poems selected use the autumnal season to illustrate the misery of the poet, while other subjects included are homelessness, the masks we wear, and arguments. It’s cynical, bleak, and makes you question your existence.


Human Life Matthew Prior
What trifling coil do we poor mortals keep; wake, eat, and drink, evacuate, and sleep.


Chapter 2 Get me the f**k out of here … is a fraction chirpier. The poems selected take on movement, and getting away, although in poem On a tired Housewife by Anon it suggests the only way to get away is by death.
Chapter 3, 4, and 5 have the titles Keep your Sh*t together, Let’s do something about this Sh*t, and Life is still f**king beautiful, which are comprised of poems bursting with joyous moments of youth, nature, and love.
There is a great mix of female poets. One I liked was Anne Bronte and her poem Lines composed in a Wood on a Windy day in Chapter 2 “the long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high,
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky,”
One of my favourite recent poetry anthologies, modern, with some new poems that may well become classics, ebullient, and not quite as offensive as the title might suggest.


Top 5 Tuesday Meme. My Top 5 Summertime Reads.

Top 5 Tuesday is hosted by The Bionic Bookworm. These are my top 5 Summertime Reads.

My first two are not what you would immediately think are summer reads, but I read them while I was travelling, so I forever associate them with summer. That’s why my copies are a little scruffy.
The Age of Reason Jean-Paul Sarte. This is one of those what on earth reads. I read it with a feeling of not sure if I should stop with this one.
The Beautiful and Damned F. Scott Fitzgerald. I go on about Fitzgerald a lot, because his writing just makes my brain pop. I absolutely cannot fault this book. It mirrors my life as well in a strange way. I was just like yep know what that’s like.
Digging Holes to Another Continent Isabelle Kenyon. This was only released this year, and I’m sure I’ll read it every summer. Isabelle wrote these poems while in New Zealand. Beaches, car trips, and family. It’s a playful, and emotional poetry chapbook.
The Existence of Pity Jeanne Zokan. This is the perfect Sunday read. It has a lot of emotional themes, with the basic premise being a family is torn apart by a secret. It’s set in an exotic location too.
Summoning Jeanne Shannon. This poetry collection is immense. It takes you through all of the seasons, really. Experimental poetry. Perfect.

So those are my summer reads. Have you read any of these? What are your favourite summer reads?