Books, the year’s books, and Christmas books

Say what? It’s December? Really? Very funny. *checks calendar* *screams* You mean it’s 2016? Anyway, so, I don’t have an inkling as to where this year bloody went to. I think I was busy having a coffee and a cigarette on the doorstep and 2016 just snuck around the back. Which means: It’s nearly time for Christmas Bloody hell how did I eat that much? It’s a bit goddamn chilly New year’s eve parties will get people a bit overexcited, how about we stay in tonight It’s nearly time for the best reads of the year! Huzzah. Insert party poppers…

Reading through 2015 – my favourite books of the year

Have a good Christmas? Yes? No? Sort of, but shouldn’t have had so much sherry that you kissed your Grandma with a bit too much tongue? Great!

Now give your Grandma her dentures back because it’s time for the obligatory BEST-OF post, right? While you’re recovering from an overdose of turkey and alcohol-fuelled Christmas pudding, here’s my top five favourite reads of 2015. Read them now, seriously. Don’t make me threaten you with all the left over toffee pennies.

In search of creepy, festive reads

So, apparently, I blinked and there’s been a whole year of happenings and tinkerings and we’re nearly at Christmas AGAIN. I mean, that means 2016 is around the corner. That means there’s elves being put on shelves (and I’m not sure if they’re happy about it, or why people do it, but it’s a thing, right?) That means that Jason and the Argonauts is on television again, dusted off for its traditional holiday outings. And we’re a few days away from the main event, and I have at least started the Christmas shopping now and finally put up some decorations….

Winter is coming

I’m not talking about Game of Thrones. I’m not about to launch into a Jon Snow epic. In fact, I might be the only person I know who … [su_accordion] [su_spoiler title=”Spoiler Alert: GOT fans yet to finish the last series click here at your own risk”] … cheered when he died. I mean – those tiresome puppy-dog eyes, the painfully confused expression whenever faced with almost any decision, the fact that Sam is blatantly so much more interesting and entertaining to watch. I have a horrible feeling I’m gonna be disappointed as I smell the stench of resurrection steaming…

An offering of festive cheer

I will, officially, admit that it’s pretty much ok to talk about Christmas now. And that being the case, ’tis time to wish you a wonderfully merry and festive seasonal greeting. I hope the cockles of your hearts are warmed, your glasses are full, and your fires are lit well enough to keep the zombies away… *ahem* Sorry, about that, pesky zombies get everywhere these days. Anyway, it’s that time of year when the kids are probably overexcited and won’t go to bed and when they do they bleeding well won’t go to sleep… because… well… IT’S CHRISTMASSSS (and has…

Halloween is over… but Christmas is coming

Goddammit, where the bleeding hell did Halloween go? Where did all the cobwebs and pumpkins and ghost stories around the campfire go? (Well, maybe not campfire. Maybe electric heater next to worn armchair, your legs covered by a blanket and one hand grasping a glass of wine.) Either way, why is everyone talking about Christmas already? It’s ages away. And, no – I don’t want a daily reminder of exactly how many hours are between me, right now, and the morning of the 25th December. I don’t want to know how many of your children have landed the lead role…