THE WORLD HAS ENDED. AT LEAST WE STILL HAVE DOGS.
My name's Griz. My childhood wasn't like yours. I've never been to school, I've never had friends, in my whole life I've not met enough people to play a game of football.
When Patience Ibrahim's husband died, she feared that her life was over. She had prayed every night for a baby to complete her family, and suddenly she found herself a nineteen-year-old widow, alone in the world.
How did the delphinium get its name? Which parts of the body lend their names to auriculas and orchids? Who are the gentian, lobelia and heuchera named after? Why are nasturtiums and antirrhinums connected?
Bad feminist shows this extraordinary writer’s range – in essays about Scrabble, violence, fairy tales, race, longing and The Hunger Games, Roxane Gay is alternatively hilarious, full of righteous anger, confiding, moving.
This collection of Vera Brittain's poetry and prose, some of it never published before, commemorates the men she loved - fiance, brother and two close friends - who served and died in the First World War.