Hello there and welcome to yet another late review which I feel apologising for will seem disingenuous as it’s a habit I seem to be falling into with increasing regularity. Regardless, I’m glad this book got half-voted, half-chosen by me for a review because I’ve been desperate to sing its praises for ages. What, am I meant to be impartial as a critic? Well I’ll try mystery voice in my head but I doubt it’ll be a success. So come mystery voice that I may need to go to my psychiatrist about, let’s go to the wonderful gumdrop filled world of the obligatory overview! Continue reading “Febookuary – The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly – Naivety Turned Wise”
As the old cliché goes, better late than never I guess. I apologise to, I estimate, all three of you who were eagerly awaiting the Burmese Days review on Monday and found nothing but the blankness of my writing failures. That and my review of Colorless Tsukuru. I had been busy as of late and, while I could have avoided such tardiness by planning ahead and writing my review in advance, I was a bit too lethargic on that score and am now in the situation of having to write at least three reviews very quickly. Continue reading “Febookuary – Burmese Days – An “Inferior” Tale”
I can’t believe it. It’s finally happening. Not only have I reached halfway in Febookuary but I’ve completely sold out and I’m reviewing another Haruki Murakami novel just because I can! If you don’t know I reviewed Murakami’s excellent Norwegian Wood back in 2013, when my blog was still young and untainted by the harsh reality of my addiction to writing and themed posts. Continue reading “Febookuary – Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage – Possibly the Longest Title I Have Read in a While”
Well it’s a new month and a new theme. If I had any proper planning skills I would have made a new banner or something, but I think my new Chronic Chronicler banner will do in the change department for now.
Hello there! I hope you’ve been enjoying the New Year so far, getting over hangovers, feeling that extra bit of flab develop round your belly, already breaking your New Year’s Resolution.
Well here at The Chronic Chronicler, I have my own resolution. My resolution this year is to not have any form of hiatus that has plagued me sine this blog’s inception. A tough challenge I know, but I have a way to help me keep posting.
As you may have guessed from the title, for the entirety of 2014 I had been endeavouring to read 50 books. Why did I do this you may be asking? Well a friend of mine when I was still a student at University (I know, I live the sad life now) had done the challenge and was now on the 100 books in a year, maybe in 150 but I forget. But I do remember thinking it would be a lot of fun to do, since I’m a bit of a literary nerd, so I decided to give it a bash.
When Up in the Air was announced to be coming to theatres near you in 2009 I looked at the poster and thought “Well that looks boring” and decided to watch Up instead, a film with three less words in the title but packing a huge emotional wallop that we have all come to experience from that film.