I’m bad with non-fiction. Maybe it’s because I associate it with dense maths journals and research papers? But it tends to happen that I end up slinking away from the non-fiction table in Waterstone’s, instead looking for a magical, fantasy world to run away to. But this habit has slowly been changing and my biggest champion for the case of reading non-fiction is my last read: Educated, a memoir by Tara Westover. Award-winning and hugely recommended book from everywhere, I was set up with high expectation. In a nutshell, it follows Tara’s life; born in rural Idaho to a family of ‘survivalists’, who don’t believe in many things and in…

You get many things on a daily commute – amusement, boredom and sometimes, inspiration! Most of these travels are spent with my nose in a Kindle (doesn’t sound as pleasing as nose in a book…)  but having just finished my previous read, A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, I did the other thing I do in tubes – look at people and imagine their story. I didn’t get too far with the lady sat opposite me because I was struck by the beautifully poetic title of the book she was reading: Those who are loved, Victoria Hislop And without even glancing at the blurb or finding its genre, I had…