Mortal Engines, Philip Reeve; Railsea, China Miéville

Right, following on from seeing Philip Reeve in person – gabardine clad, animated and inspirational – and having had the question posed to me of how you could not read a book whose opening paragraph is “It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town…

Here Lies Arthur, Philip Reeve

For some reason, I cannot read this title without intuitively reading it in Latin hic iacit Arcturus. I attended a literacy conference this week where Philip Reeve was – for wont of a better phrase – the keynote speaker and I was lent this book as an introduction to his work as – to my…

The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

Do a book club, they said! It’ll be fun, they said! We’ll call it Addiction to Fiction, they said! Okay, fair enough that’s cool! It won’t take much time, they said. Oh. Right. Of course not. So now, at 3:15 every Thursday a group of book hungry students descends on me. Seriously, it’s fabulous: a…