fourth edition

Stephen Moffat does write the best Doctor Who episodes. A planet which is one giant library? Yes, please! And that is all I will say as I do not want to give away any spoilers..
Now, as some longterm readers/friends may know, I’m absolutely obsessed by paratexts and paratextuality: tables of content, indices, illustrations, prefaces, typefaces, [...]

Experiment: sleep for X amount of hours (X being the amount of sleep I’d get pre-illness), try to be moderately active (i.e. go for a 20 minute walk), read a book, talk on the phone briefly and then see how this down-scaled version of ‘normal life’ works out.
Result: I’m not well. Head foggy, speech slightly [...]

I missed it by one day (oh dear!) but Happy 50th Birthday, Mr Neil Finn, soundtracker to the Ms Bookish life for a very, very long time.
Three youtube links:
+ Crowded House: Don’t Dream It’s Over
+ Crowded House: Nails in my Feet
+ Crowded House: Silent House (live ‘07)

If I’m going to have to rip out another effing row on the neckline on my effing sweater, I swear I’m going to toss the effing thing on the bonfire I’m going to build in our backyard. What do you mean “Well, it’s your first attempt at an actual garment and you did abandon the [...]

My personal favourite at this year’s Eurovision is Bosnia-Herzegovina. David describes it as “Arcade Fire doing Rocky Horror”. It won’t win but it’ll worm its way onto my iPod.

Five other countries of note:
+ Turkey has sent a local version of Manic Street Preaches with a hefty dash of Muse. Niice. A snowball’s chance in hell, [...]

Worryingly I watch the chatterbox a great deal more than I would like – but there is something about the format which suits my scattered brain. I get interested in something and just as I’m beginning to lose the thread, it’s commercial time or time for the weather forecast (both strike me as similar in [...]

Oh dear. Following a visit to the neurologist, I’m sitting here going: “I so need to buy myself some yarn as a treat.” I don’t exactly lack yarn, so I’m guessing that I’ve fallen into the trap of so many other crafters: buying supplies as a substitute for actually making something. Or perhaps I just [...]

I don’t know if anybody’s keeping tabs on the Now Reading section of the sidebar. If you do, you will have noticed that it seems to have frozen. Could it really be? Has Ms Bookish given up on reading?
Of course not. I’m just reading books that don’t really fit into my usual categories. Yes, [...]

I’m not the only crafty-creative person in this household. Far from it. Other Half has a degree in textiles, after all, and his latest project is customising shoes. These are his Day of the Dead shoes (aren’t they fab?):

Speaking of shoes and craftiness, my crafty friend Lilith is going to run a 5k race later [...]

Robert McLiam Wilson is an author from Northern Ireland who wrote a series of critically acclaimed novels in the early to mid-1990s. Unsurprisingly he was interested in exploring what constitutes ‘nationality’. At that point I was interested in his works from a literature student’s point-of-view: could I say he was ‘post-colonial’? Could I yoke him [...]