Welcome to Books, Cats, Etc., my blog for sharing my thoughts on the books I’ve enjoyed, old and new! I’m Laura, and I’ve been tracking and reviewing the books I’ve read for quite a few years now in a lovely notebook - very old-fashioned I know, but I do love putting pen to paper! I …
“‘You see,’ she began at last, ‘living alone, as I do, in a rather out-of-the-way part of the world, one has to have a hobby. There is, of course, woolwork, and Guides, and Welfare, and sketching, but my hobby is - and always has been - Human Nature.’”The Murder at the Vicarage, by Agatha Christie …
“Everything was available in Shangri-La and nothing was quite what it seemed. The roof of the world, the place where the gods were meant to dwell and its heavenly city, Kathmandu, full of picturesque poverty, was becoming a commodity.”The Devil's Road to Kathmandu, by Tom Vater I was invited to read “The Devil’s Road to …
"And I looked up at the stars, and thought about travellers in distant countries and the stars THEY saw, and hoped I might always be so blest and happy as to be useful to some one in my small way."Bleak House, by Charles Dickens I’ve enjoyed the Charles Dickens books I’ve read in the past, …
“What was lost in the collapse: almost everything, almost everyone, but there is still such beauty.”Station Eleven, by Emily St John Mandel I recently received “Station Eleven” from The Willoughby Book Club, having not read anything by author Emily St John Mandel before. Published in 2014, the story begins with a deadly flu virus sweeping across …
"The thing that made the twins peculiar was hard to define. People were uneasy when they saw them together without knowing exactly why."Her Fearful Symmetry, by Audrey Niffenegger "Her Fearful Symmetry" by Audrey Niffenegger is a gothic ghost story that begins with the death of Elspeth Noblin, leaving her partner Robert bereft. Elspeth is estranged …
"Months passed, winter easing gently into place, as southern winters do. The sun, warm as a blanket, wrapped Kya's shoulders, coaxing her deeper into the marsh. Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn't know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land that caught her." Where the Crawdads Sing, by …
