After trekking home from the North, I fell down onto my childhood bed and felt a pit of unease building … More

At A Level I studied a whole module which was described as ‘Women in Literature’. Progressive, right? It didn’t seem … More

‘And not this endless maze of present rooms and past rooms and the things in them said years ago and … More

If you haven’t read my last blog post, let me get you up to speed. I hate poetry. I hate … More

James Baldwin’s Paris has enthralled me ever since I read Giovanni’s Room. It is a place of hope and destruction. … More

I’m going to Cambridge to study English. That was a mantra I repeated time and time again during my teenage … More

A little messy around the edges, a avid poetry hater, and most importantly: a terrible speller. As a self-proclaimed ‘bad’ … More

In one of my first seminars at university we were asked to say our favourite book. I became almost frozen … More

Why do we study this? It was a question I should have expected from a fifteen year old to whom … More