When writing essays, whatever the subject may be, I find question after question spinning through my mind. But sometimes, I find myself unable to answer them. Not because I have no comprehension or ideas, but because English Literature is a subjective area and there is nearly always more than one. …

Found this in a second hand book shop in Highgate, London. It’s not in the best condition, but in a way that just goes to show that it has been read and travelled about and not sat on a collectors shelf for one-hundred and seven years!

Kipps, although not being one of Wells’ greatest or most famous novels is still very important in the sense that Wells’ put so much of himself into it. The protagonist starts out as a draper’s apprentice, having been raised in ignorant poverty, much as Wells himself did, but he unexpectedly acquires considerable wealth from an unknown relative (he is an orphan) and finds he has to ‘learn’ how to get on in high society. It is part of a range of titles where Wells observes and satirises his own society, rather then looking ahead to the future or to to other worlds, for which he is most famous.

I know a book shouldn’t be judged by it’s cover, but these new hardback editions of H.G. Wells’ novels are just beautiful!

I have these two so far (to replace my shabby 2nd hand paperbacks) but may have to invest in volume 2, to complete the set and maybe the Short Story collections as I’ve not ever read those before and maybe just another… you see my problem!

I’ve just returned from a week in Yllas, Finland. It’s been like a breath of fresh air to mind before the new term starts next week!

The snow, the quiet, the incredible scenery… I have honestly never felt such a close affinity with another country before, besides my own, found somewhere I could see myself living far beyond England and Wales. Of course the quiet and isolation that seems so appealing at first could drive me the other way, to want noise and crowds and the amenities of a city again. I feel that way in Wales sometimes, I find myself missing the hustle of London, feeling like I am missing out tucked away in the North West corner, but the space out there, in Finland! Space for the body creates space for the mind and that is a tantalising thought right now.

The final lines of Shelley’s ‘Mont Blanc’ reflect this desire perfectly:

“And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,
If to the human mind’s imaginings
Silence and solitude were vacancy?"