I have resisted writing a post like this for a couple of weeks. What is the point of promoting my 12 most popular posts this year? If you haven't read them yet then why would you want to read them now? Then I took my own advice and wrote for myself. So especially for me here are my top posts one from each month.
Mary stood in the bedroom and put her hand into the warm, silk pocket of her husband's trousers. Some suit trousers were rough and coarse. Mary ensured, that Jonathan only ever bought the best trousers. Nothing in the right pocket. In the left pocket, Mary found a piece of crumpled paper. The paper caught her hand as she pushed her fingers into the corner of the pocket. Smoothing the paper out, she saw it was a receipt for yesterday, from a local hotel. Mary felt her stomach churn and her heart beat out of her chest. Jonathan had not mentioned that he had been to a hotel the previous day. Mary felt her face flush, as the realisation hit her. Jonathan had lied to her. Mary took the trousers and the offending receipt with her, downstairs. She made her way into the study. Finding Jonathan's laptop on his desk she sat down on the leather chair. Feeling the cold from the leather through her thin trousers, she logged his laptop on.
Told from a unique perspective, Fear Killer is a book that draws you in. After the first 50 pages, you find yourself reading late into the night to find out what happens. It is the essence of a page-turner. Fear Killer is the story of Emily Perrit, a beautiful but timid young woman victimized by … Continue reading Fear Killer – David Burton
I have read some brilliant books this year. Here are my top 5
Every year for as long as I can remember I have set myself yearly reading challenges. This comes in the form of three tasks. You are welcome to take any of these for yourselves in 2019
This is a story about living with depression. Yet this is not a story about living with depression. It is not me that lives with depression. Yet it is me that lives with depression. Depression does not affect me daily. Yet depression does affect me daily. I am not the one who struggles with depression. … Continue reading A Friend of Depression – Poem
How I dreamed of that band of gold when I was younger My career filled the void left on my finger My friends gained their bands of security and love