May is quite a good month really, (and not just because that’s when my birthday is), but because it’s bookended by two bank holidays- an extra-long weekend and an extra short working week- it’s a win-win.
Well… It is if we get good weather- unfortunately living in England, bank holiday weekends are approached with trepidation: ‘will it be sunny or will be all be trapped inside yet again because a year’s worth of rain decides to empty itself all over the country?’
My brother is at college doing drama, and for a recent assessment he asked me to write him a ghost story which he then performed. The stimulus he gave me was a boy and his brother walk into the woods one night and they see a woman cradling a baby in a clearing. When they walk back past the clearing half an hour later she was gone. This is what I came up with.
“You shouldn’t go into the woods,” his grandma said. “Especially at midnight, you shouldn’t go into the woods…”
I don’t believe it’s unfair to say that for some people books take them on a journey. Usually it’s because a character or situation really speaks to them, but Renee Knight’s début novel took me on a journey for an entirely different reason.
After moving house, Catherine Ravenscroft finds a book she doesn’t recognise on her night stand. Not thinking anything of it, after all house moves are a bit stressful, she begins to read. But as she does she starts to recognise herself, and a realises someone has found out a secret she’s tried her hardest to keep hidden, and worst of all they’ve put it down in print for the world to see.
Everyone knows the phrase ‘boys and their toys’, (usually said by mothers/wives/girlfriends about their sons/husbands/boyfriends, accompanied by an obligatory eye roll, as the male in their life plays about with his latest hi-tech gismo), but I know many girls who love a gadget just as much as the next bloke, and I’m no exception!
It’s been remarked by several people that I’m an older person trapped in a young person’s body, or that I’ve been born in completely the wrong century, and in some ways they were proved correct when, on the approach to my 24th birthday, I only asked for two things.
Two kitchen appliances to be precise, (I know, I’m a right party animal huh?)
Anyway, ‘what were these exciting gadgets?’ I hear you ask.
‘What’s in a name?’ Ponders Juliet in what is arguably Shakespeare’s most famous play.
Names can be problematic- someone in my office recently said that it doesn’t matter how long parents take carefully deciding what to name their child, she’s never once heard anyone say, ‘Oh I really love my name!’ (Personally, I don’t have too many issues with my name, apart from the fact its much shorter than those of my siblings.)
Anyway, the name game for this blog was particularly challenging- not least because I don’t really have a clear idea of what this blog will be about. ‘Oh no…’ I can already hear you thinking, ‘this could well end in tears…’