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Who We Are and How We Got Here by David Reich #review and my #reading in April

Posted by | Published on April 27, 2018

“The breakthrough that all archaeologists have been waiting for; a truly exciting account of the way in which ancient DNA is making us rethink prehistory. […] 

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The Shepherd’s Hut by Tim Winton #review and my #reading in March

Posted by | Published on April 1, 2018

You’re a kid, you don’t know anything. Mum said school mighta been different for me if I only give a damn. Maybe it was wasted […] 

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#Essays #TheRubofTime #FeelFree #review and my #reading in February

Posted by | Published on February 25, 2018

The day-to-day business of compiling a novel often seems to consist of nothing but decisions – decisions, decisions, decisions. Should this paragraph go here? Or […] 

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Lost Connections by Johann Hari #review and my #reading in January

Posted by | Published on January 28, 2018

“We have been systematically misinformed about what depression and anxiety are.”                              […] 

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Orwell in Paris: Ruth Graves II  →

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“I came back to America in 1939, in October, but do not feel that I am at home yet. New York has been most inhospitable – and I am a […] 

Leon Gellert, George Orwell and Nineteen Eighty-Four  →

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“As a child I lived in a home that was full of books … Rare works and first editions were kept under lock and key, and it took all my […] 

Orwell in Paris: War Correspondent*  →

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Wearing the uniform of a British officer, George Orwell returned to Paris in February 1945 as a war correspondent for The Observer and Manchester Evening News. He had resigned as […] 

Orwell in Paris: Ruth Graves  →

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“Among the letters in Orwell’s possession at his death was one from Ruth Graves, whom he had known twenty years earlier, in Paris. She had, she said, read all his […] 

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