Savvy Book – Fuse

Imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which all the computer game obsessed teenage boys have survived their parents. Hours and hours … days … months and years, as the physically inactive controllers of their own alternative realities, rewarded! Rewarded with survival. Whilst the basement-based boys live on, oblivious to the detonations of nuclear bombs, their above…

Savvy Book – Giving a F**k

    Just tackled Mark Manson’s book: ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck’. The key to happiness is, it seems, to be savvy enough to accept one’s own mortality! Personally, being silly as well as savvy, I’m having none of Mark’s other side. If he wants to step on over there, and plunge…

Savvy Book – The Legacy

Wow! Just finished Gemma Malley’s trilogy culminating with the final savvy book in the series – The Legacy! As someone a little preoccupied with the ageing process myself, I love the idea of the longevity drugs. Where’s my pack? Nipping along to the Doc’s for my prescription, the second I complete this post! But ……

Savvy Book – The List of My Desires

A beautiful book, authored by Gregoire Delacourt, and designed to make me view the mass of buttons scattered all over my Sprog’s bedroom carpet, in a different, ever-so-slightly-more-positive light! Jocelyne, the main character in ‘The List of My Desires’, makes a meagre living running her own haberdashery shop and blogging about the odds and ends that…

Savvy Book – The Age of Miracles

Karen Thompson Walker’s ‘The Age of Miracles’  is a disturbing tale, which brings to my mind Alfred Hitchcock‘s ‘The Birds’. Birds clunk against windows in nightmarish scenarios; only, in Karen Thompson Walker’s story, the birds are dying – not multiplying! I decide it’s likely not a good idea to share my thoughts on the book with…

Savvy Book – The Hidden Life of Trees

Just finished worming my way through the maze of hidden wonders that constitutes Peter Wohlleben’s savvy bestseller: The Hidden Life of Trees. It’s taken me some weeks to get to the middle of it and back out again to where I started, by which, I’m not implying that it was a dull ride – far…