As much as we love reading about how Jane Austen’s heroine’s find the perfect husband, we seem to be just as obsessed with marriages gone sour. For many writers, illicit affairs are where the real romance is. Two people throwing caution and society’s judgment to the wind because they simply cannot contain their passion anymore – what could be more thrilling than that? But what if it turns out to be a huge mistake? Is it worth the risk? Read more
This summer, my parents and I went on holiday to Cornwall and visited Tintagel Castle, which was supposedly the place where King Arthur was conceived. It’s a popular tourist attraction, surrounded by gift shops where you can buy your kids a toy Excalibur or Merlin’s pointy hat. Since I love to buy books in the place where they are set or were written, I decided to buy a copy of T.H. White’s The Once and Future King (and a beautiful hardcover edition of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca). I knew that it told the story of King Arthur, that it was on every single list of best fantasy books, and that my sister-in-law, who is an avid fan of Robert Jordan, George R.R. Martin, and Terry Goodkind, had been begging me to read it for years. I figured that it would be an epic fantasy story with lots of drama and violence – which it is. It is also nothing like that at all.