Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I'm not sure how to feel about this one so far. The prose is so packed full of metaphors and similes and oddly chosen adjectives, that it's a little distracting, as though the author is jumping up and down with hands waving in the air and shouting, "look, look, look at me!".
But at the same time, it works.
An argument of cables
An aggressively flowerboxed building
Reading this for Square 6: Sinterklaas / St. Martin’s Day / Krampusnacht: A story involving children