Warrior Monks by Rory MacLellan

Over the years, I’ve not really read many non-fiction books about medieval history. I tried to read a few when I was a young adult but always gave up on them because I found them far too dry for me to get any enjoyment out of. It’s a shame because it’s not as though I’m not curious about that era of history. Warrior Monks did not have that problem at all though. While it is possible that I might simply have a greater appetite for work like this now that I am a little older, I think a big part of it is that it’s written in a highly engaging way that even manages to capture a little humour – there were two or three times it made me genuinely laugh out loud.

The book covers the history of the Knights Hospitaller in Britain. For those not in the know, the Hospitallers were a Catholic military order and they were active around the world for hundreds of years. Although my own set of morals and values are far removed from those that the Hospitallers adhered to, something that I found quite impressive about this book was how it made me actually feel quite fond of them – and even had me rooting for them a few times. With a history that spans multiple centuries, the book covers a lot of ground and it’s pretty fascinating to see how the order behaved in different ways at different times, and how its influence grew and shrank. I remember feeling a little emotional when reading about how they lost a priory which had been their’s for practically all of their history.

What I enjoyed the most was reading about how they were effected by other historic events which were happening contemporaneously. One chapter dealt with a witchfinder accusing a prominent Hospitaller of witchcraft – it certainly endears you to them when you’re reading about how they’re challenging something as sinister as the witch trials. The absurd claims that were made about them and their associates are also mildly entertaining to look back on (despite the discomfort of knowing that other people lost their lives because of similar accusations). Their involvement with the War of the Roses was also especially interesting to me, along with the hard times they ultimately faced as a consequence of Henry VIII.

One particular strength of the book is that it doesn’t just focus on the big picture. Yes, you do get that as well, but wherever possible, it’s interspersed with human stories and anecdotes. Of course, there aren’t a huge number of these because of how distant the history is, but they make a huge difference and are often some of the most enjoyable bits – the story of the witchfinders is a perfect example of that. Knowing the personal struggles of a lot of the people involves in this history was a big part of what kept me invested throughout. It really breaths life into something which might otherwise feel quite detached from normal human existence.

The ending was great too – I don’t want to “spoil” anything (as much as you can spoil non-fiction history), but it explained the legacy of the Hospitallers that is still felt today. I thought it was an excellent way to illustrate the interconnected nature of things and that even medieval history is relevant to the world we live in today. It was also just quite touching after everything you’ve read about them by that point. If you’ve got any interest in the era, I definitely recommend giving this book a read.

Rating: 8.3/10

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Tomato Cain and Other Stories by Nigel Kneale

Like many people, I mostly knew Nigel Kneale as a just a TV writer. I say “just” there specifically to mean “that was the only medium I knew him to write in” rather than to imply that TV writing is somehow lesser than prose writing. I loved Quatermass in particular, and hadn’t seen anything that he’d written that I didn’t like. I was delighted, then, when one of my very best friends gifted me Tomato Cain and Other Stories, which is a collection of Kneale’s short fiction.

Much of his work here is just as good as anything he wrote for TV and there’s a huge variety in the types of stories too. A couple of them are dark retellings of fairy tales – one where a downed military pilot finds an old structure that brings to mind the people frozen in place in Sleeping Beauty, another takes inspiration from Snow White and sees a bitter older woman convincing a young girl in her care that she is ugly.

You’ve got some classic horror in there too, with a story called Minuke that is essentially about a haunted house. It’s very much the type of story that most horror fans will have consumed before, but not only is it a really good version of it, it’s also a relatively early one too, so it deserves praise and recognition for that.

Others have a kind of dark whimsy to them – specifically a story about a taxidermist who heads to the local pond to capture frogs for his projects (which involve posing them as if they were little people). In the end he meets an hilariously ironic fate. Another one of them deals with a child who appears to befriend a scarecrow, but the scarecrow is alive and quite clearly not a scarecrow, but you don’t really know what is going on as you only see from the child’s perspective.

Some of them are quite rooted in reality too and just deal with human dramas – usually with a fair amount of tension. One is about a man in a chip shop who knows his wife is being unfaithful. Another is about a man doing the best he can to avoid having an emotional response to his mother’s death (and succeeding for the most part). It’s nice to know that each story could be about literally anything. One of the most distressing stories, about rats, is also one that isn’t completely outside of reality.

I’m not sure which my favourite of the bunch was. It might be a story that deals with the end of time itself, but from a very mundane perspective. It was really quite chilling. Though there are lots of great ones – including a sad story from the point of view of a ghost, and a story about a guy who cons a bunch of people to the detriment of us all (a story for our times).

Funnily enough, it was probably Tomato Cain itself which I found the least interesting – which was a loosely comic story about how a man got the nickname “Tomato Cain” but even that was still mildly enjoyable. Nothing in here is bad, but overall it is a fantastic collection of stories that’ll often make you laugh, and consistently make you uneasy.

Rating: 8.7/10

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Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare’s work has a lot of LGBTQ+ readings – based on what I’ve read about his life, I am sure that some of this was genuinely intended by the author, but I think a lot of the time it’s a case of us wanting it to be there, rather than authorial intent. However, Twelfth Night is a case where I don’t think anybody can deny the queer themes. I’d say it’s the gayest Shakespeare play I’ve encountered.

The storyline follows two twins, Viola and Sebastian, who are washed ashore in Illyria. The two lose contact and Viola disguises herself as a man named Cesario while trying to figure out what to do along with the ship’s captain. If the queer themes inherent in a woman living disguised as a man weren’t already strong enough, things get even better when she gets used as a pageboy to deliver messages to a woman named Olivia, who falls in love with Viola while believing that she is a man.

The whole cross-dressing and inadvertent same-sex attraction endears me to Twelfth Night on its own. I’ve not encountered any other stories from this era that play with gender like this, so Shakespeare fans with an interest in queer history should definitely give it a go for that reason alone. There may not be an instance of someone overtly and consciously being attracted to someone they know is the same sex, but that didn’t take anything away from it for me.

Nonetheless, outside of that interesting angle, the storyline is one of Shakepeare’s weaker pieces of work (as I often find is the case with his comedies). It’s a lot of the usual sort of misunderstandings and trickery that you find in these types of plays. It’s not bad, but quite light – but then again, that is exactly what it was designed to be. Originally, this was play was made to be enjoyed at the end of the Christmas period (hence Twelfth Night – the twelfth night of Christmas). I can see that. It’d be a good one to read while you have a bit of time on your hands between Christmas and New Year’s.

Rating: 7.2/10

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Reflecting on 2025

Since 2015, I have written a “Reflecting on 20XX” blog post at the end of almost every year (with just a few exceptions). The last five years in particular I’ve written almost a complete summary of my experiences in each year – this year I don’t really want to. 2025 has been exhausting with a brand new sad or stressful situation ready to pounce on me every couple of months. Right now, I’m seeing in the new year alone for the first time, and I have no desire to go over all the rubbish stuff that happened. However, the good thing about hard times is that they present an opportunity to strengthen your bonds with your friends, whose acts of kindness during unhappy periods will stick with you forever and enhance even the happy times ahead. I wanted to use this blog post as an opportunity to express my appreciation for some of the people who have supported me the most.

Malena, who I have known for three years now, is someone I have jokingly described as being the same soul (as me) inhabiting two separate bodies due to clerical error at the reincarnation department. The similarities in our lived experiences and our perspectives in life are immense – but I am mentioning her here because she has gone out of the way to make time for me, to message me, and call me throughout the year, and especially during rough days. Because our minds work in almost identical ways, every word of comfort and affection that she offers is exactly what I want to hear and I feel exceptionally lucky to have a friend like her in my life.

Sarah and I celebrated ten years of friendship this year and got matching Milky Way Magic Star tattoos to mark the occasion (here’s why). Not only was that a truly wonderful bonding experience, but that tattoo makes me happy every time I look at it. The days I’ve spent with Sarah this year have been some of the years best days overall, because we pivot between joking around and being really silly (“Hey, it’s you,” said Sarah, pointing at a hideous monster made of ginger) to really deep and sentimental reflections on our lives and our friendship. Sarah is just someone who makes things better.

Edward, meanwhile, is Sarah’s partner (so he’s also knocking on the door of ten year’s of friendship) and as the two of them had a child quite recently, it’s meant that I’ve had more one on one time with both of them than in the past. This year I got to spend more time with Edward than ever before, and it’s been absolutely fantastic. A “grumpy” man (to use a word I am sure I have heard him use to describe himself) with a twinkle in his eye and a heart of gold. His compassion and humour are always uplifting and everyone of our days together has left me feeling uplifted. He has the same magic power of making things better as Sarah does.

Finally, Kat is the last person I am going to give their own paragraph (I’ll explain why in a moment), but the way that she listens and offers nurturing insight on pretty much whatever subject I want to talk to her about is, again, something I am extremely grateful now. She’s such an easy person to talk to and someone who’s not just a good listener, but someone who digests everything that you say and then offers helpful and caring responses. We’ve had a lot of delicious dinners together this year (and saw a great adaptation of The Picture of Dorian Gray) and had some hectic fun-filled times when she’s brought her lovely children into the mix.

These four aren’t the only people I am grateful for by any means – and I wouldn’t want anyone else to feel comparatively under-appreciated. There’s Emilie, who I think I’ve had the pleasure of seeing more of than anybody else in 2025; Lydia, who’s given me lots of things to laugh about and a really cool portrait of myself; Lorena, who I had an incredible weekend in Madrid with; Egan, Christy, and Ben, who I got to spend two weeks in Australia with; Chloe, who I hugged under a magic bridge in Amsterdam; Lily who sends me mean texts all the time, but is secretly as kind as kind can be; Max who I got to be fiancés with for a night (no context forthcoming); Eilidh, who I continue to be grateful to live with – and, honestly, I could go on for quite a while. If I had time, I’d write a paragraph about everyone, but I hope that even those of you who don’t get more than a mere mention in this blog post are aware of your profoud importance to me.

But the reason I want to focus on Malena, Kat, Sarah, and Edward, is because I had such a lovely moment with the four of them (plus Sarah and Edward’s son, Rowan) where, even though they don’t know each other, they were together for one of my annual Christmas meals and they were all getting on, chatting together, playing with Rowan, and I was very moved. I thought that this is a family I have created for myself and having all these people together who have done so much for me was such a wonderful feeling. Just having them there together would have been great on its own, but getting on and connecting – that was magic. Long after the wariness of this year’s troubles has worn off, the warmth of that moment will still be with me. I’m sure it always will be.

Comprehensively, I want to say thank you to: Eilidh, Malena, Kat, Leo, Elissa, Sarah, Edward, Rowan, Rory, Neus, Ben, Egan, Christy, Emilie, Lydia, Amy, Chloe, Davey, Laura, Lauren, Lorette, Lily, Mairi, Christopher, Mia, Stephanie, Hayley, Tasha, Richard, Grace, Max, Melissa, Callum, Oscar, Jess, Jess, David, Isabella, Stacey, Will, George, Lin, Callum, Tonicha, Dalfino, Tom, Sam, Kristen, and my mother. Everyone of you has played your part in making this year better for me, and even though I am welcoming 2026 while alone (aside from the excellent company of Morg, the cat), I’m never truly alone with friends like these. (And as ever, I hope I didn’t forget anyone).

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The Vulnerable Core

In 2011, I struggled with a lot of things. I was not an affectionate person, either vocally or physically. I hated being touched by people in any context, but especially hugs, and quite honestly was quite a lonely person. I was aloof and kept to myself as much as possible because I was afraid of losing my friends. I was already feeling alienated from a lot of my friends at the time because of their increasing interest sex and alcohol, which had never much appealed to me, and I thought that going off to university would surly be the end, so I distanced myself to protect myself. That way I was in control.

In 2025, just a week or so ago, I had a lovely afternoon with one of the best people I’ve ever known – someone I was four years away from meeting in 2011. At the end of that day, we gave each other a nice long hug while telling each other how much we loved one another. It was beautiful. You might think that I am telling that story to say “Look how much I have changed over the years” but, actually, I am telling that story for the exact opposite reason.

2011 me is still me. I don’t mean to say that I still struggle with affection or that I want to distance myself from everyone or anything like that – what I mean is that my old self lives inside me. They’re not my main self, of course, but when someone holds me and tells me they love me, my 2011 self hears it. For that reason, it carries so much weight, because my younger self steps into the driving seat of my soul for just a second, and feels the love and affection that they never thought they’d be able to have in their life – and that they never thought they were worthy of having. I am so grateful to all of my friends, but I am also grateful for my young, aloof, insecure self. Had I never been them, I don’t think I’d be able to feel the love of the people in my life so profoundly now.

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The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

This is probably the best feminist horror story I have ever read – and I appreciate that that might sound like an unusual genre. There have been so many advancements in mental health during the last couple of decades that it’s easy to forget just how terrible things were in relatively recent history – especially for women. The Yellow Wallpaper illustrates that in a very chilling way.

The whole story is told from the perspective of a woman whose husband and doctor have decided that she needs to start taking things easy. Her own feelings and perspectives are never really listened to or taken seriously, and what should have been something relatively mild, ends up becoming much more serious.

I think it’s a story that’s just as relevant now as it was when it was first published back in 1892. For one thing, it stands as an important historic record of the type of experience many women had at the time (even if this story is entirely fictional). Also, while things are much better these days, women’s health being dismissed and consequently not tended to properly is still an enormous problem today – and a lot of people in my life have first-hand experience of this.

It’s a short piece of work (it only takes about 30 minutes to read it all), but it really highlights the author’s strengths that the story and characters all still managed to have such a big impact on me. Right at the end, it’s not clear exactly what has happened, and I know that some people have a supernatural interpretation of it. It’s a good story to discuss with people for that reason, and while I am not sure if I subscribe to the supernatural reading, even if you do, I don’t think it makes the story any less serious or weakens its commentary on society.

What I found particularly upsetting was how the narrator’s mental decline is very apparent as the story goes on. At the start, she’s perfectly lucid, but by the end her grip in reality is very loose – and the saddest thing of all is that the people who are supposed to be in a position to help her are actually the ones who are making her worse. It’s the hopelessness of it all that makes it so heart-breaking.

I don’t want to say too much more, because it’s only a short piece and I don’t want to give too much away, but I definitely recommend it to just about anyone. There’s very little to lose by sparing half an hour to read it, but there is an awful lot to gain. It’s an important slice of feminist literary history.

Rating: 8.8/10

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Goosebumps: Stay out of the Basement by R. L. Stine

This is the second novel in the beloved Goosebumps series. I have to say that, though I enjoyed this one, I felt it was a bit weaker than the first one (Welcome to Dead House). I obviously don’t expect children’s horror novels to have super deep literary or gothic storylines, but where the first one kept me guessing and had some pretty shocking twists and developments, this one had a much more basic plot and wasn’t as creepy as the first.

The storyline features two kids, a brother and a sister, who are concerned about their father growing increasingly distant and spending more and more time working on an experiment in the basement of their home. Things grow worse when their mother has to go away for a while, leaving them alone with their aloof father. Naturally, they end up going into the cellar to see what he’s up to… despite him expressly forbidding them to go in there.

I won’t spoil what’s actually going on down there, but it wasn’t really something that pushed my spooky buttons. I wasn’t bored at any point, and the novel is far too short to overstay its welcome, but it felt like more of a mild sci-fi thriller than anything truly disturbing – which is a shame because I felt Welcome to Dead House really was kind of unsettling.

I think for me, the stakes felt lower because the children were within their own home the whole time, and they were mostly investigating something their own father was doing. Perhaps that would make it more unsettling for some people, but I felt that that made everything feel a lot safer than in the first book, which had the whole family moved into a new and unknown environment.

Still, it was enjoyable enough while it lasted and there were a few scenes that were kind of unnerving in a gross-out kind of way. I highly doubt anyone would regret reading it, and it’s a good light read for anyone after a pallet cleanser after something heavier.

Rating: 7/10

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In Search of the Castaways by Jules Verne

This is a classic nineteenth century adventure novel that sees a group of people head out on a voyage around the world after finding a message in a bottle that tells them that some people are shipwrecked somewhere. The message is damaged, so they don’t know exactly where they are, but they have enough information to begin a search.

In some ways, I absolutely loved this novel. There are scenes where they’re out on the ocean exploring the world, or in the wilderness somewhere on the other side of the world and you really feel the grand sense of adventure that runs through the whole thing. Then with lots of information about the different places they visit, it genuinely feels like it’s quite an educational experience as well. It’s a great mixture of excitement and learning and that makes me very happy.

But then there are other times where the novel reflects the rather unpleasant values of the time in quite an overt way. The indigenous peoples of different countries are invariably portrayed as savage and bloodthirsty and pretty much always called “Indians” too, regardless of where they are from. You do at least have a character called Thalcave, who is a sympathetic indigenous person that they meet in Patagonia, although even then he’s portrayed in a very stereotypical way as a kind of stoic wanderer who knows the land and guides everyone through the wilderness. He’s likeable enough and it’s good to have at least one indigenous person who isn’t a villain, but he’s not very well developed. Outside of that, there’s also stuff like a disregard for animal life (like when they meaninglessly kill a shark at the start) and that was kind of off-putting.

Something I quite liked about though was the character Jacques Paganel. He offers some decent comic relief as the absent-minded academic character who is dragged along for the adventure after accidentally falling asleep on the protagonists’ yacht, thinking it was a different vessel. Everyone largely trusts the conclusions he comes to about where they should be going to find the castaways, and he’s wrong almost every single time. His ridiculousness and fallibility add quite a human heart to the main cast of characters, who would otherwise just be a bunch of serious adventurers. Paganel is arrogant and his confidence is misplace, and yet he was easily my favourite character in the whole thing.

Towards the end, the stakes got pretty high and I was surprised by how dramatic things became – not that the characters don’t find themselves in life or death situations almost all the way through, but it started to go down a path I wouldn’t have anticipated. I was quite satisfied by how it all wrapped up too – even if it was probably a bit longer than I’d have liked.

If you’re used to looking past uncomfortable historic attitudes and enjoy a good historic adventure, then I reckon you’ll have a good time with In Search of the Castaways. I wish I could say which translation I read, but annoyingly the translator was not credited in my edition.

Rating: 6.8/10

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The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

This was Charles Dickens first ever novel and one that I was inspired to read because I come from Corsham. Among people of Corsham, there’s a lot of talk about how this book was partially written while Charles Dickens was in the town and how it was partially inspired by it. While this may be true, anybody reading it in the hopes of seeing a fictional representation of Corsham will be disappointed as it does not feature at all – though it does include chapters set in Bath, Bristol, and Ipswich, which are all other towns that I know well.

This is one of those old novels that you can tell was written for serialisation. The storyline essentially just follows the Pickwick Club (a group of eccentric, bumbling rich men) who travel around the country looking to meet new people and have new experiences. In that sense, it’s really just a random string of events which have been strung together – they range from comedic escapades, to really bleak anecdotes relayed by side characters. One chapter might be a man having a silly conversation with a ghost that lives in a chair, another chapter might be about a man’s slow descent into insanity as he keeps thinking he is going to murder his wife.

The overall effect of this is that some chapters are really, really good, while others are pretty dull and you never know what you’re going to get. I did find the Pickwick Club members themselves quite endearing, especially Mr. Pickwick himself, and the scrapes and misunderstandings they get themselves into were usually pretty funny. Though sometimes the story focused on romance plots which didn’t seem quite as compelling, as well as long court cases which I wish could have been wrapped up sooner.

It’s a really unique reading experience, and not strictly in a good way. I am glad that I read it, and things like someone asking a ghost “Why do you continue to stay in the room you died when you could go out and see the whole world?” really amused me. It’s disappointing that it didn’t really seem to tackle social injustices in the same way that some of his later work does, and I wouldn’t recommend this to modern readers who haven’t tried other Dickens novels, but if you’ve read a lot of other classics, including some of his other works, I think you might enjoy it.

Rating: 6.3/10

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Assassination Classroom, Volume 17 by Yusei Matsui

Volume 16 of Assassination Classroom was absolutely incredible and offered an insight into Koro-sensei’s past. It was that origin story that really elevated the character to one of my favourite fictional creations of all time. Volume 17, in contrast, is much more humdrum, which is probably to be expected (not every volume can be incredible), but it is, at least, still very enjoyable.

Essentially, the story this time is that the students are fighting amongst themselves in order to decide whether they should continue to try to assassinate Koro-sensei, or if it might be better for them to try and find a way to save him from his Earth-threatening condition. It’s not just chaotic conflict between them either, but a carefully organised fight, with Karasuma and Koro-sensei watching and judging it closely.

In some ways it’s a bit of a generic Shonen “let’s get everyone fighting each other” affair (so it’s fortunate that I like the characters), but it does go a little bit deeper than that. This volume also explores the history of the friendship between Nagisa and Karma, which I found interesting and is an important milestone in the relationship between the two of them, since they are both on opposing sides of the fight. This is what kept this volume interesting for me.

Other than the two teams fighting and the deeper insight into Karma and Nagisa’s friendship, there’s really not much else going on here. To be honest, it’s a little bit of a filler volume, but nonetheless, I’m deeply enough invested by this point that even the filler keeps me hooked. Though to be honest, if I imagined somebody skipping this volume, they’d probably figure out what happened and carry on easily enough without it (even if they did miss some backstory).

Rating: 8/10

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