4 out of 5 stars

A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.

Millstone Grit is a coarse sandstone that can be found in Wales and across the North between Yorkshire and Lancashire. This block of rock is better known as the Peak District and the Pennines. The stone has been used for many things, including drystone walls, roofing and of course millstones.

The landscape that makes up this part of the country has come to define the people that live there. The region is surrounded by towns that once contained the textile industries that were an industrial force in their time.

When Glyn Hughes wrote this book in the 1970s, the region was beginning to change, globalisation was on the rise and big corporations were seeking the lowest labour costs that they could exploit and the mills were being closed. The life that the people knew would change forever and he captures that uncertainty about the future that they all have.

I thought this was a fascinating book about a part of the country that I know very little about. It is a glimpse of an era (still in my lifetime too) of a way of life that is now lost forever. He is a really good writer too. Like the rock that the region sits on, this prose glitters in all sorts of ways. I have found this with other poets, theirtheir skill in that type of writing makes non-fiction so good to read. I can strongly recommend this if you want to learn about this area of the north.

3.5 out of 5 stars

A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.

Christmas is not just jingle bells and overladen tables, its close association with the Winter Solstice and the dark nights at this time of year means for some people that they are as happy with ghost stories as others are with Elf…

The thinning of this world and the other and the ghosts and other spectres that inhabit the liminal zones are included in this new collection of eighteen stories from the British Library They have gone further into L space in search of stories that will make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Of all of the authors that are in here, I had only heard of D. H. Lawrence so the rest were new to me. Judging by the small biography at the beginning of each story, some of these authors are new to the editor too as there was almost nothing known about them.

I must say that I didn’t find the stories overly terrifying, which I am a little relieved about, as I am not a huge fan of horror. Rather the themes are more eerie and unnerving stories with a seasonal or Christmas theme. As with every short story collection, it is a mixed bag with variation in the quality of stories, but there were a couple that I particularly liked, The Mirror in Room 22 by James Hadley Chase and The Wild Wood by Mildred Clingerman.

If you have their other collections, this is an excellent addition to the library and as with all the others, the covers are just great.

5 out of 5 stars

A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.

Travelling anywhere with a small child is an adventure in its own right, whether you are just heading to the beach for a day out or contemplating a small holiday. The thought of going on a 300-mile walk around Lebanon with four small children, and two donkeys is enough to send a chill down my spine.

However, some people are made of much sterner stuff than I am and two of them are Ralph and Molly Izzard. In 1957 they embarked on this venture around the country. Their walk would take them through villages and towns and along some pretty precarious paths and up into the pastures in the hills where men herded goats.

Their four blond children were a passport to a lot of warm hospitality. People were pleased to see them and wanted to hear why this British family had chosen to walk their little bit of the country. Izzard doesn’t paint a rose-tinted view of the country, rather you get to see things as they are in their slightly scruffy sun-bleached reality. The balance between the travel, the people and the meld of cultures is spot on.

I thought that this was a wonderful travel book. Molly, who wrote the majority of the prose is a sensitive traveller, open to new people and places whilst attending to the needs of her young family. Places and people are beautifully described, and the way that she has written it means that you feel like you are alongside the children and donkeys and walk the dusty roads on their  trek. Very highly recommended.

3.5 out of 5 stars

I have been in lots and lots of second-hand bookshops, as anyone who follows me on Twitter will know… There is something about them that I love. There is the thrill of never really knowing what you are going to find, it might be a book that you remember from childhood or something that you have been looking for, for a long time. They have a certain reverence to them too, a hushed murmur as people move slowly around the bookshop.

I must admit that I have never been to Sotheran’s, but next time I go to London it is going to be on my list of bookshops that I visit. I probably won’t be able to afford anything, but from reading this book by Oliver Darkshire, it sounds like a wonderful place to visit for an hour or so.

I really enjoyed this insight into the strange world of the rare bookseller. It is not a conventional career choice by any means and the people that work in these bookshops are unique, to say the least. Darkshire’s prose is reasonable and there are moments that made me really laugh. What I really enjoyed is his insight into the human characters that come here seeking those rare books that have eluded them until this point. An essential read for any book collector.

3.5 out of 5 stars

Anita Sethi was on a train journey when she was racially abused for merely asking a fellow passenger to turn his music down. The man was arrested and was charged and then later prosecuted for his tirade. She was left to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life. She became afraid of being enclosed and longed for open space and big horizons. She know that she belonged in this country and didn’t want this experience to stop her from travelling.

What happened to her on that train journey was just horrific, and whilst justice was served, and the man punished for the cruel things that he said, she is left picking up the pieces. She does have help though from a variety of people that are there to ensure that she gets through it. What she also relies on is the crutch that is the natural world.

She decides to embark on the walk along the Pennine way to seek healing and but also to reclaim her place in this land. She is a little unprepared for something as strenuous as this and suffers from a number of minor ailments. She is joined on some stages by others for company and there are times when she has to rely on the generosity of strangers to help her to get where she wants to get to.

It is not a bad book overall. There are some really powerful parts to her writing, especially the response to the abuse she has suffered all the way through her life, culminating in the attack on the train. She is not the first to suffer in this way and this is her way of saying to those on the receiving end of it that there is a way through. Other reviewers have said that it can be a bit repetitive, and I can see where they are coming from. I didn’t find that irritated me, rather I felt that it was more of a book to support others who have been at the receiving end of similar racist abuse.

The walk along the Pennine Way along with the emotional buoyancy that it gave her, felt like a secondary element of the book really, which is a shame as I would have loved to have read more of the travels. It was reading this book that I realise that I have met Anita once at one of the shortlist events for the Wainwright Prizes, she had just come from the funeral of Sophie Christopher and we were introduced.

3 out of 5 stars

When the sun goes down, you’d think that there would not be much to see for the wildlife spotter, no need for a pair of binoculars, just a torch to see where you’re going. But it is not like that at all, you need to take a little time for your eyes to adjust to the dark. Strangely enough, it is a similar time from sunset to dusk.

All the nighttime creatures appear from the shadows, and now your eyes are used to the dark you’ll be able to see them. And your binoculars will still work fine, they will take all the light around and concentrate it into your eyes. As the brain cannot get all the information it needs from your eyes, it will heighten your other senses, so you may begin to hear and feel things that you might not have been aware of before.

But how to navigate in this environment?

In this book, Chris Salisbury has pulled together lots of advice and suggestion for activities for children of all ages (even big children) on subjects such as the night sky, how to find animals in the night and the skills and tools that you need to navigate without light. I didn’t think that this was a bad book overall, I am not really the target audience which it was aimed at. I skim-read the activities that he included for encouraging both children and adults to embrace the dark, that said if you are looking to lead these sorts of activities then this would be an excellent resource.

4 out of 5 stars

A copy of this was provided free of charge from the publisher in return for an honest review.

It has reached the point in the UK where the state is the all-seeing and all-knowing entity that watches all its citizens. Every single thing you say or do or post is recorded and the state has unlimited access to your innermost thoughts. Almost all the population has accepted this, partly as society is the safest it could be in history.

The state wants to respond to any potential threat to the security of itself and the population, and whilst interrogating a dissident, Diana Hunter, she dies in custody. This is the first time that this has happened and they need a top investigator to find out what exactly happened; the trusted state inspector Mielikki Neith is assigned to the investigation.

Immersing herself in the neural recording of the investigation, she slowly starts to realise that things are not as they seem. Rather than just finding the lady who passed away, she finds a number of different characters from an alchemist to an artist. Circling below these characters is an entity that calls itself Gnomon; Neith doesn’t know what it is but it is very much not of this time.

Nothing is as it seems and as she tries to untangle the complex web inside the neural recordings, she at last gets a glimpse of the real Diana Hunter. It comes to her that they hold snippets of the answer that she must decode. But doing that will reveal to her the perilous state that the System is in and if she can do anything about it.

I liked a lot of things about this book. I liked the way that society has been constructed and the all-seeing ‘System’ guides steers and watches, always watches the populace of the UK. I thought that the technologies enabling Neith to see inside Hunter’s mind were as fascinating as they were terrifying. The pervasive state is a disturbing mixed bag of a utopian/dystopian future, there is still those who wish to circumvent it.

I did think that it had a few flaws though. It is mind-bendingly complex and deeply layered and it took me a while to work out who was who. It did feel a bit overwritten too and could have been shorter in my opinion with a much tighter plot. I won’t expand on the plot too much as that would spoil it for anyone else wanting to venture into this weird world, but I did like it, once I had formed my mind around the convolutions. It might be a bit overwhelming for some people, but be patient with it and it will reward you as a reader.