WWW Wednesday: 19th August 2020

Welcome to August’s WWW Wednesday! This is a weekly meme (but I tend to do it monthly) hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. If you’re curious about what other people are reading right now too, join in! All you have to do is answer the three bookish questions below and pop your blog link on Sam’s weekly post in the comments.

So, this week…


I have a confession: I have never read Pride and Prejudice. I know, it’s a terrible bookish confession – but one I am making right by reading right now!

I have been thinking for a little while that I need to get more classics read and what made me start this now was a book I’ve just finished about the joy of reading. It’s called Dear Reader by Cathy Rentzenbrink and her enthusiasm rubbed off on me (it’s a fantastic book – out in September, I’ll be posting my review of it soon!) She said she’s read Pride and Prejudice over 50 times, so it’s got to be good, right?


Along with the above mentioned Dear Reader, I really enjoyed I Am Not Your Baby Mother by Candice Brathwaite. It is an educational and important read. Candice reflects on issues directly relating to being a black mother, but also the overall racism problem in the UK. And she does so in such an honest and direct way that you take in everything she is saying. Even if you’re not a mother, this is a brilliant read.


After I finish my classic read, I think I’ll mix it up with a bit of a crime thriller. I really enjoyed C.J. Tudor’s first two books The Chalk Man and The Taking of Annie Thorn, so I’m going to give her new one The Other People a go:

‘Driving home one night, stuck behind a rusty old car, Gabe sees a little girl’s face appear in the rear window. She mouths one word: ‘Daddy.’ It’s his five-year-old daughter, Izzy. He never sees her again.

Three years later, Gabe spends his days and nights travelling up and down the motorway, searching for the car that took his daughter, refusing to give up hope, even though most people believe that Izzy is dead.

Fran and her daughter, Alice, also put in a lot of miles on the motorway. Not searching. But running. Trying to keep one step ahead of the people who want to hurt them. Because Fran knows the truth. She knows what really happened to Gabe’s daughter.

Then, the car that Gabe saw driving away that night is found, in a lake, with a body inside and Gabe is forced to confront events, not just from the night his daughter disappeared, but from far deeper in his past.

His search leads him to a group called The Other People.

If you have lost a loved one, The Other People want to help. Because they know what loss is like. They know what pain is like. They know what death is like.

There’s just one problem . . . they want other people to know it too.’

I’m very intrigued by the sound of this one. Good for a summer afternoon, I think.

I’d love to know what you’re reading this week / plan on reading soon!

27 thoughts

  1. I only read Pride and Prejudice a year ago! Oddly enough I never read it in school – we read a lot of Shakespeare instead! Austen’s writing might not be for me personally but I hope you enjoy it! I feel like the more classics I read the more I see that I want to read 😅

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  2. Pride and Prejudice was given to me by my grandmother when I was in middle school, and it was the first book I ever read that was considered Literature. I loved it and I hope you do too!

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  3. I’m part way through Dear Reader. Finding it a little odd at the moment – its described as her reflections on how books can change the course of your life, but so far it seems to be just lists of books in various categories with only short pieces of text in between that don’t really deal with how books changed her life. Does it continue in this way?

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