I like reading Jo Nesbo’s Harry Hole books. I know they’re not real and the story lines are, at times, too gruesome and stretch the bounds of my imagination but I find myself rushing through the pages towards the end through excitement. Nesbo truly is a great writer. I’m reading ‘The Thirst’, for the second … Continue reading End of the road
The average reading age of the UK is 11. That’s what the speaker told us at the last Socitm meeting I attended. It struck me as an interesting statistic and possibly a damning indictment of our education system. Of course it may not be true and I felt I needed to explore it a bit … Continue reading The average reading age is…?
I have never really been one for poetry. It is a medium that I have never understood yet I have made a discovery. Right here in my home town is the Northern Poetry Library. It is set in the beautiful Chantry which has stood on the banks of the river Wansbeck since as far back … Continue reading Poetry collection
I came across this story a few days ago. It is not new but it is inspiring. It is about a refuse collector from Bogota in Columbia who has been saving books that have been discarded and offering them to people in the less affluent areas of the city. It is a modern Robin Hood … Continue reading There’s nothing more beautiful than having a book
I finished ‘Maverick’ by Ricardo Semler a week or so back. Mike had lent me the book some time ago and it had been sitting on my shelf waiting to be read. There was something about the cover that made me leave it. Perhaps it was waiting for the right time. Any book though that … Continue reading Unfolding plans 195 – let them get on with their jobs.
We’ve all seen this. Anyone who has bought a book or some music online, or indeed any product, will have been given some suggestions as to what to buy next. It’s a popular way of trying to upsell. The assumption is that if you bought one thing you must have liked it and so would … Continue reading Customers Who Bought This Item Also Bought
We were making our way back to the car having spent the last few hours in the hospital when we were approached by a young man. He was slightly unkempt and had passed by us a couple of times in an obvious hurry as if he was looking for something. By his appearance, if asked, … Continue reading A modern deprivation