Reading is absolutely my favourite pastime, and I love to catch a couple of pages at any opportunity. It calms me after a long day in work. It settles me if my mind is racing. And, best of all, it helps distract me from a world around me that is literally on fire.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but when I hit 25 the art of reminiscing and looking back on the past became a huge deal. I’ve started reading some of the books that I loved during my childhood again, and seeking out some others. So, with that in mind, this tag I borrowed from The Quirky Book Nerd is right up my street.
Challenge criteria: A book with a time of day in the title.
January 1982: In the village of Kilmitten, the Crossan family are holding their annual party during the biggest snowstorm Ireland has seen in decades. By the end of the night, the parish priest, Father Leo Galvin, is dead.
The lives of four teenagers – Tom, Conor, Tess and Nina – who had been drinking beer and smoking in a shed at the back of the house, will never be the same. But one of them carries a secret from that night that he has never shared.
Ask people who don’t like to read a lot of YA and they’ll all tell you roughly the same things. It’s boring. It’s too easy. It’s too fluffy. I’ve heard these time and time again, and I’m here to set the record straight.
There are quite a few common misconceptions about YA fiction, but these are the most common ones I felt really needed to be addressed.