One of my favourite memories, as a child, involved noodle soup, laying on my bed, and a good book. I haven’t outgrown the habit of reading, but I’ve had a lot less time to put into this desire to always read more. It all stems from going to university; while a great place to learn, it’s … Continue reading
It’s been around a couple of years – maybe even more – now since I first heard of The Hunger Games. I must have been 19, only 3 years older than the main protagonist of the series is in the first book, yet the books somehow seemed incredibly childish to me. After hearing the descriptions … Continue reading
The Rooted Traveller 