Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery

L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables played an integral role in my childhood. For a long time, I lived vicariously through the life of Anne Shirley of Green Gables, later of Queens College and that little school that I forget the name of. She did all the things that I, a child of the mid 90s was not allowed to do – she played by the stream unsupervised, she roamed the town unsupervised, she had tea parties unsupervised, she was unsupervised. In most part.

Reading FAIL: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey

I had heard rumours about One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest being an excellent novel. It was the type of novel that people wrote about, that people made films about, that people wanted to read and, when they did read it, they found it an enjoyable and enriching experience. Unfortunately, I was not one of those people. At first, I was not against reading it. In fact, I was quite looking forward to it. I read book reviews, I talked to people about it. I even watched the film.

This, more unfortunately, was my mistake.

And The Ass Saw The Angel – Nick Cave

At the risk of making a wide sweeping generalisations, novels relating to flagrant worshippers of errant gods are prone to heroing the three D’s – the disabled, disadvantaged and downtrodden. Not so in Nick Cave’s And The Ass Saw The Angel. Everyone is fair game.