I kept a diary when I was 15. I had completely forgotten about its existence until I rediscovered it a couple of weeks ago. Of course I immediately began reading it and as I read I went from being an outsider looking at myself back then to suddenly feeling as if I’d just been writing […]
October the First Is Too Late written by Fred Hoyle, published in 1966. I read this book and wrote this review about a month or so ago, immediately after finishing Paul Davies’ About Time. I wasn’t sure about sharing something that is purely a book review in this space (as opposed to a piece of […]