London hasn’t been kind to Peter, a lonely boy whose parents are always out at parties, and though Peter would love to have a cat for company, his nanny won’t hear of it. Poetry and fantasy so skillfully impregnate the story that a parable of haunting wistfulness emerges.

I found it a little difficult to keep track of all of the different people mentioned but maybe that's just me.The first half of the book was very hard to read, it made me feel sick in what some adults make children go through. Author Donna Hemans discusses how she hoped to create a history for her family in her new literary fiction novel, The House of Plain Truth. And second, at the end of each chapter, I summarized the theme by scribbling a few words on the last page, so that when it came to pulling excerpts for lit mags, etc. I could scroll Twitter/Facebook/Instagram all day long in a never-ending loop and tell myself I was working on my platform.

It’s been a little while since I’ve picked up a childhood abuse genre and it’s my first review of this kind. All of the abuse, coupled with not knowing who her father is for her entire childhood did an immense amount of damage. Mummy told me that much one night after my uncle had stormed off to bed following one of their drunken arguments. It is written in a way that makes you feel like she is sitting right next to you, whispering the words in your ear, telling you, in full and amazingly deep detail, exactly what happened in her life and her emotions through the struggles and good times.Now, thanks to her determination, hundreds of other victims will benefit retrospectively from a change in the law. Years later, Kathy told me she was sure she must have had the wrong address when, late one evening, she turned up at the one she’d scribbled on the back of her ferry ticket: a block of flats in the middle of a sprawling, red-brick council estate in a run-down part of East London. The globe is littered with forgotten monuments, their beauty matched only by the secrets of their past. Left to the elements but ignored by humanity, these ramshackle settlements and dilapidated structures illuminate times and designs that we thought were long gone.

By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. Denise Massar is an essayist and memoirist, writing about motherhood, adoption, relationships, racism, and anything else she can’t stop thinking about. She did come back – four or five times a year on visits – but she never took me with her, though every visit I was terrified that she might, that my uncle’s constant threats that ‘this’ time he was going to see to it that she took her ‘baggage’ back with her would be carried out.

I love the mastery Rothfuss has with prose, but I still had a hard time mustering up the energy and focus to read it. Everything is different when Peter comes to: He has fur, whiskers, and claws; he has become a cat himself!

The Vielmetter gallery in Los Angeles is currently hosting a solo exhibition of paintings by Celia Paul, artist and author of the New York Review Books memoirs Self-Portrait and Letters to Gwen John. With reasons ranging from the collapse of local industry to being pushed aside to make way for a new industry, from earthquakes and volcanoes to man-made chemical spills, from war zones to demilitarised zones, the book explores a wide range of desolate urban environments from around the globe. I love reading fantasy, cozy mysteries, and women's fiction, and enjoy crafting my own stories while baking up a storm. Unlike DNF, where time just passed and I moved on, abandoned means I purposefully put it down with the intention of never, ever picking it back up and finishing it. The fact that it was not a story at all but the reality of the author's life,compelled me to read Anya's blog (wanderingscribe is her username).A false pride I can now understand only too well, given how I ended up living years later, too ashamed to bring myself to let anyone know. This book is disturbing on many levels, perhaps the biggest one being that the aunt allows the abuser to move back into the home with children still living there and the author asks to move back in as well. I thought it was just me since the book community only seems to be using DNF and I was wondering if maybe I was just nuts. Maybe I was just too young, but I just couldn’t get into it and didn’t see myself growing any fonder of it.