Lighthouse

So I’m finally doing it. I’m going to try not to read any straight white guys this year. After finishing the last Game of Thrones book in the middle of January, having re-read the entire series in 2019 and not managed to finish by the new year, I’ve only read books by women, queer writers and writers of colour in 2020.

It’s quite scary out there at the moment. I started writing this post on the day that Iranian general Qasem Soleimani was killed by a US airstrike. Twitter (where I heard the news) was one big held breath. We were poised on the edge of disaster. Speculation was rampant and the whole internet felt like it was waiting. Waiting for war. Waiting for retaliation, escalation. We all imagined the worst was about to happen, and then we had to imagine what “the worst” would actually be, which was frightening because until then most of us had had the luxury of “the worst” remaining abstract, nebulous and remote.

Christmas is just around the corner and we are open today, and tomorrow and Tuesday. And we have books - all kinds, for all ages.