I often feel that reading historic fiction is my guilty book pleasure. But why should that be? My husband has jokingly referred to these kinds of books as “bodice-rippers” and I guess that’s what is at the heart of this feeling. But are these books merely titillating “chick lit”, or do they serve a legitimate purpose in our reading arsenal?Read More
Love is a funny thing, isn’t it? You can’t choose who you fall in love with: you may like somebody very much and appreciate all their good qualities, but this doesn’t mean that the magic will happen.
So it is with art.Read More
I love historic fiction. I especially love historic fiction that makes the distant past seem closer somehow, something relatable rather than strange and mysterious. Historic fiction takes you to places and eras that you thought you could never imagine being real and drops you in the middle of them.Read More
Reading novels based in the medieval and renaissance landscape of England is my guilty pleasure. It’s my version of reading a fluffy piece of “chick lit” (horrible term) or watching the Kardashians (I have to assume this is a good analogy as I’ve never actually watched them myself). My husband teases me by calling them “bodice rippers” and I suppose a lot of historical fiction does include a fair few sex scenes.Read More