Category Archives: Critical

Reviews, critiques, observations.

Book Review – The Kite Runner

I realise I’m very late to the party with this book review but The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini had been on my ever growing ‘to-read’ list and I’ve only just got round to it. Why did I leave it so late?? … Continue reading

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Gone Girl Review… spoiler alerts!

The Boy That Should Have Really Gone. I read Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn a year ago and was utterly gripped. It’s a rare thing to become totally submerged under the pen-wielding thumb of the writer in a novel, but … Continue reading

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My Grandmother’s wedding dress

Feeling nostalgic, I decided to try on my Italian grandmother’s wedding dress because being single and bored has apparently no other outcome… I wanted to feel close to the woman I knew very little about and with the dress fitting … Continue reading

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Newspaper articles

Packet Art, article A belated post of one of the articles I had published during work experience.

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Grains of Memory: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly and the beach that its last owner read it on.

I picked up The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, by Jean-Dominique Bauby, a second hand book that was on my reading list for uni. In the crevices where a few of the pages met, I noticed some grains of sand. … Continue reading

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“We are such stuff as dreams are made on” – Caliban. A visual piece I did as a project investigating identity: what it means to be me. I decided that I saw identity as something that you don’t actively go … Continue reading

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Forgive me, Rochester.

When I first thought of picking up my dusty copy of Anne Brontë’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I felt I was somehow betraying my beloved Rochester, as if he was calling my name across the wild moors of my … Continue reading

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