i’m five!

Earlier this evening, I realised today is Book to the Future’s fifth anniversary. I’ve got nothing prepared. Not a cake, not a competition, or even a special post. Apart from this one, which I’m making up on the spot. I completely forgot.

Worst blogger ever? Quite possibly.

I’m still settling into my new life, still trying to balance freelance work and job-hunting and everything else. I’m getting there; slowly working out where I’m going (and where I want to go) one step at a time. Is that a cliché? I don’t care – it’s true.

I’m grateful to everyone who’s taken the time to read one of my reviews over the past five years. Thanks to everyone who’s commented, emailed, Twittered – you’re all ace. Plus, super-special thanks to Linda and Jean from Newtown Review of Books and Thuy On from the Big Issue for being kind enough to publish my words in their respective publications.

Five years…that’s half a decade. Better get on with it – I’ve been doing this too long to stop now!



four years of book to the future

Today, four years ago, I started Book to the Future. So I thought I’d make a cake. Here it is!


Because I had a little bit of a memory lapse (although nothing compared to last year’s, when I forgot my bloggiversary altogether) and only remembered my blog’s impending birthday on Sunday evening, there wasn’t quite enough time to bake enough cake for everyone.

Sorry about that.

But you can make your own, if you like! It’s really easy, and delicious. All you need is a mug – the bigger the better – a microwave, a few basic ingredients and five minutes. Here’s the recipe – now get to it!


(Turns out this mug is as good at making cake as it is at making tea!)

At the end of last night’s post, I implied I had something special planned. To be honest, I was hoping that inspiration would strike and I’d come up with something spectacularly witty to say in honour of this occasion.

But nope. I’ve got nothing. Nothing to give away, no brilliant playlist of celebratory music ready to share, no balloons falling from the ceiling. No deep and meaningful essay on the nature of literature or blogging or literary blogging – or anything else, for that matter. Just a few words and a mug full of chocolate cake.

I’m strangely proud of what I write here. Even the old posts I can’t read without cringing at how awful they are. Maybe it’s because my old posts are so bad that I’m proud of my writing – they’re a reminder that I’m actually getting somewhere.

Which begs the question: how do you celebrate something that makes you proud? Something that you’ve created from nothing?

The answer couldn’t be clearer: you celebrate quietly, by continuing to create. Which is exactly what I’m planning on doing.

After I’ve finished my cake-in-a-mug, of course.

I do hope you’ll join me.

bookavatarTo everyone who has supported me and Book to the Future so far – and there are a lot of you – thank you all so much.


the terrible twos

two years

seventy three book reviews

countless giant mugs of tea

many new friends made

one very grateful blogger…

It’s my bloggiversary, dear readers! Today – April Fool’s Day, appropriately enough – marks exactly two years since I published my very first Book to the Future post.

Last year, I celebrated by making a cake. But this year, the anniversary caught me unaware, and I haven’t planned a thing. So I’m writing this post as the sun sets behind me, listening to some of my favourite songs to block out the sound of the thunderstorm rumbling into life outside as I drink tea and think about the past two years – about the books I’ve read and the amazing people I’ve met, online and offline.

How things have changed – are still changing. When I started writing Book to the Future, it was intended as a project that would take me “two-and-a-bit” years to complete. And yet, here I am: two years on, and nowhere near finished. Err…whoops.

Anyone else might find this frustrating. But secretly, I’m delighted.

I celebrated most of my blog’s second birthday in fitting style: oblivious to the occasion, completely lost in a truly wonderful book. Perfect.

To everyone who has found my blog, left a comment, followed my inane blabber on Twitter or e-mailed me – my sincere thanks. Not for the first time, I raise my striped tea mug in a gesture of quiet, honest gratitude to you all…

Another year of Book to the Future? Yes. I think so. I’m not finished yet.

happy birthday, book to the future!

One year ago today, this silly, lovely adventure began.

Book to the Future is one year old. And, err… (cliché alert) what a year it’s been! Sorry, but it’s true. Really. It’s been so amazing.

Over the past year, I’ve read so many books. Forty-four, to be exact. This time one year ago, I hadn’t read Howards End or The Great Gatsby, or Sons and Lovers or anything by Virginia Woolf. Now, I can’t begin to imagine my life before these books.

Strangely enough, Book to the Future isn’t just about the books. It’s about the people, too. As life-changing as the books have been, the people I’ve met over the past year have been even more so. The fact that other people are interested enough in Book to the Future to actually take the time to read and comment on what I write…? That’s not just good, it’s splendidly, fantastically, mind-buggeringly wonderful!

For me, Book to the Future is more than just a blog. It’s become my life. After all, this blog could take me up to two more years to complete. There’s still a long, loooong way to go before I find my way back to the present day. I still have so much to learn; so many books to enjoy.

I’m filling up my teacup right now, dear readers – right to the very brim. I’d like to propose a toast – a messy, joyous toast –

…to time

…to the written word

…to folded-over corners

…to coming to terms with my own ignorance

…to taking pictures of books on the dining table every Sunday afternoon

…and, most of all, to you, for accompanying me on this journey – I humbly raise my mug in heartfelt gratitude.



Book to the Future


PS. When I mentioned my bloggiversary on Twitter a few days ago, Angela from LiteraryMinded asked if I was making a cake. Even though I can’t cook, I thought that sounded like a great idea…

Presenting…my very first ever cake!

(It’s actually edible, to my surprise! Here’s what it was meant to look like)