Ella's book diary

Reviews, ramblings and my must reads... Please send me your recommendations! ella.walker28@googlemail.com
Apple Tree Yard - Louise Doughty

I don’t really read thrillers or crime novels (I know, I’m terrible), but this was recommended to me and now I am telling EVERYONE I know to buy a copy. It is the definition of unputdownable. 

A woman has an affair and winds up in court on unknown (to the reader) charges. Straightforward enough, but it’s her internalised life: the wife, mother and businesswoman that she is, her decisions, her ideas, her thoughts, her fears that make this book tick. 

It’s powerful, upsetting, exhilarating stuff.

Apple Tree Yard - Louise Doughty

I don’t really read thrillers or crime novels (I know, I’m terrible), but this was recommended to me and now I am telling EVERYONE I know to buy a copy. It is the definition of unputdownable.

A woman has an affair and winds up in court on unknown (to the reader) charges. Straightforward enough, but it’s her internalised life: the wife, mother and businesswoman that she is, her decisions, her ideas, her thoughts, her fears that make this book tick.

It’s powerful, upsetting, exhilarating stuff.

Am in love with these papery designs by Jennifer Collier (www.jennifercollier.co.uk).
She takes paper “fabrics” and transforms them into household objects like dresses, phones, knives and cameras (my favourite).

We went to the Cotswolds where we sat in windows and read books and walked through the fields to a church. The fields were green and the sky was blue and the wind was bitter and past the church, which was old, we found ruins, and we explored the ruins, walking through the green fields, and then we walked home and drank cider by the fire. 

(We read Ernest Hemingway).

We went to the Cotswolds where we sat in windows and read books and walked through the fields to a church. The fields were green and the sky was blue and the wind was bitter and past the church, which was old, we found ruins, and we explored the ruins, walking through the green fields, and then we walked home and drank cider by the fire.

(We read Ernest Hemingway).

Sometimes I wish I had a Kindle (carrying The Goldfinch around with me is proving tricky for instance), but mostly, I agree with these guys. Via @ShortList.

Sometimes I wish I had a Kindle (carrying The Goldfinch around with me is proving tricky for instance), but mostly, I agree with these guys. Via @ShortList.

A bombed library during the blitz - business as usual

A bombed library during the blitz - business as usual

A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway

My boyfriend is currently on a major Hemingway kick. As such, I’ve been dragged into the fray, and to be fair, it’s about time. It’s quite embarrassing to admit I’d never read a perfectly stripped back sentence of his, until now.

A snappy memoir of his time in Paris with first wife Hadley (“when we were very poor and very happy”), he stalks from racecourse to mountain to his favourite cafe, writing and not writing, leaving some stuff in and some stuff out. Fitzgerald and Zelda swoop in too, of course, but really, it’s less about the memories and more about the feel of it.

And now, I feel, I must go to Paris.