I’m stuck in my house today listening to my neighbours grow increasingly more drunk as they prepare for their annual post-parade barbecue and Garth Brooks sing-along. I have decided to use my time profitably. I have washed the bin and waded my way through a fortnight’s worth of laundry, tackled the admin mountain and am now compiling a list of twelve novels which you might have missed the first time round.
Read MoreI have very little to say in defence of 2020. It felt like an utter vacuum of a year. It was hard to write. It was hard to think. It was hard to be. Reading was the only thing which came easy to me in 2020.
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