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"Water's ability to seemingly clean itself, to rejuvenate, to flow and keep flowing no matter what we throw at it is a strange sort of illusion. If you fell a forest, the trail of destruction is there for people to see. But water is different, it keeps the secret for you … Some … are drying up and disappearing altogether, but many, in a heartbreaking display of trying to do the right thing, just keep flowing."

I know this place

"If there's a heaven, and my kids ever get there, their first question to St Peter will be, 'What's the wifi password?"

"You can probably date everything that went wrong with modern civilisation to the moment parent became a verb ... Did this vast army of men and women dedicated to the hour-by-hour comfort and stimulation of their offspring cause unprecedented joy in the younger generation? Well, read the papers and make up your own mind."

Faith - my new favourite Victorian heroine.

This just keeps getting better. Love FH's treatment of Victorians coming to terms with evolution

This is one of those books where I'm thinking:
1. Compelling story, brilliant writing, original theme, all the wows
2. Children's book? Really?
3. Surely in fact a book about a child for adults.
Anyone agree?

I think I know whodunnit. Or is @anthonyhorowitz just reeling me in. Again.

AH shares his experience meeting Peter Jackson and Steven Speilberg, and his verdict on Wellington take-away food. Or does he? Autobiography or fiction?

AH as his own protagonist, which parts fact and which fiction?

"... the sound of Sir Jedwood Elgar's 'Steam and Happenstance', played by the Londinium Pressure Pipe Orchestra, filled the carriage." Splendid stuff.

A bit like Enid Blyton for grown-ups. But sometimes that's just what you need!

I'm reading Heloises's thoughts on clergy but I'm hearing Mandy's on NZ politicians

No wonder there were so many nuns

Men not coming out of this too well

Oh Heloise, how did one so clever not see this coming?

Plus ca change …

Plus ca change …

so much going on beneath the surface

Murder with a splash (pun!) of witchcraft, my kind of read

*small sob escapes reader as she reads the words, "... for thirty-seven years, I'd been living the wrong life"*

"Memory and art. There is nothing else."

nothing like a bit of brilliant philosophy with your Friday morning porridge

Shaping up beautifully, SF on top form

On PTSD: "What he had not understood, before battle, was that time could become a ribbon, to be looped and pinned back to its centre, the petals of a black rosette."

"Well, what was the countryside if not numberless Heathcliffs, loosely tethered." Trademark humour and general brilliance from Chris Cleave.