John Baker’s Blog

A taster:
I remember Sylvie walking through the house with a scarf tied around her hair, carrying a broom. Yet this was the time that leaves began to gather in the corners. They were leaves that had been through the winter, some of them worn to a net of veins . . .
She had to have [...]

Back in May of 2006, I posted about a college here which was offering a course on the five saddest books ever written.
I added a few of my own and since then various commentators have offered others. The list is in the order that the books were mentioned on the blog, not in order of [...]

This is a sample:
Times had changed at the church, too. He could see that as soon as they entered. Oh, physically it was the same - dim and glimmery, smelling of wax candles - but only the very oldest mourners were in black. The others had on every colour of the rainbow, clothes they’d [...]