Review: The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson

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I feel as though the title of this book perfectly represents my thoughts about the book itself: incredibly long-winded. When I first picked up this book, I actually had quite high hopes that it would be a funny and entertaining read. It’s an ‘international bestselling sensation’ after all. The only way that I can describe this book is that it is bursting with unbelievable and completely non-sensical events. It reminds me of Forest Gump almost, except that I actually like Forest Gump.

Allan Karlsson is turning one hundred years old and the care home he lives in is throwing him a birthday party. But, unbeknown to them, Allan won’t be attending. Instead, he’s climbing out the window and leaving a trial of chaos behind him; a stolen suitcase full of money, a triple-murder, an elephant and plenty of vodka.

As Allan’s journey unfolds, so does his life story. Half the world leaders from 1920 onwards, atomic bombs, secret missions, dynamite, Albert Einstein’s less intelligent brother, communists and, of course, vodka. Allan’s life is saturated with near death experiences, continually and miraculously saved by his complete aversion to politics.

I found this book quite difficult to get through. For the first time in a long while, I had to force myself to finish a book. It was so repetitive, in what I assume was an attempt to be a little humorous, but it eventually just grated on me and I had to drag myself through every single page. Perhaps some things were lost in translation, perhaps it just wasn’t my cup of tea and perhaps the numerous typos didn’t help, either.

“Anyhow, he ordered Bucket out into the field, because the Boss thought that the idiot Bucket was still quite as big as an idiot as idiot Caracus. The idiot Bucket would thus have a greater chance of finding an idiot Bolt, and perhaps even the suitcase with the money.”

Despite my overall disappointment with the book, here are a few quotes I may have found a little funny, so as to not leave this review on an entirely sour note:

“Allan got out several sticks of dynamite and set about a familiar task before packing his bike trailer with the few valuables he owned. At dusk on 3rd June 1929, he took off. The dynamite exploded as it was meant to exactly thirty minutes later. The little house was blown to bits and the neighbour’s cow had another miscarriage.”

“The solution was first to tidy up the assistant as best they could, then let him go, but only so that he could immediately be run over by a truck, which then disappeared from the scene. That is how you avoid diplomatic crisis, the police chief reasoned, pleased with himself.”

“So it came about that the typesetter with the shattered nerves made a little addition to the very last verse in the very last chapter in the Swedish Bible that was just about to be printed. The typesetter didn’t remember much of his father’s tongue, but he could at least recall a fairy tale that was well suited in the context. Thus the Bible’s last two verses plus the typesetter’s extra verse were printed as:

20. He who testified to these things says, Surely I am coming quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!
21. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.
22. And they all lived happily ever after.”

1.5/5 Mockingbirds

Beth xo



Happy Sundays: Who says romance is dead?

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In a society where your best chance of meeting someone is buried in the depths of online interaction and vanity-based dating apps, you can’t help but think that romance is well and truly dead. I can’t tell you how many times my faith in romance has faltered and I have resorted to dating apps like Tinder. I find the confidence to swipe right only to be scared off by some lad telling me he wants me to be his toes so he could bang me off all of the furniture – my god, did that one made my toes cringe.

But worry not, my friend, my faith in romance has been restored. This week, something completely brilliant and, to me, utterly unheard of happened.

A friend and I were walking along a road – tired from essays, hot from the humidity and with yesterdays make up on. Not in any position to be approaching a potential date, that’s for sure. Mid-conversation and mid-step, we are stopped in our tracks by a young man who has actually ran quite a way to catch us up.

Now, my first thought is ‘Can we help you? Is he asking us to fill out a survey?’ I look at my friend who, without a doubt, is just as confused by this absolute stranger standing before us as I am.

Brace yourselves, this is where it gets good. The boy introduces himself, says hello and, I kid you not, proceeds to explain that he saw my friend, thought she was amazing and just had to come and speak to her. At this point, I’m squealing. Who on earth does this?

His friend soon joins us, he’d been abandoned in the pursuit of love. We then proceed to make casual chitchat to let Lothario over here make his move – perfect wingmen if you ask me.

After an exchanged phone number and three handshakes with the friend, we say our goodbyes and carry on with our walk, utterly astonished.

I can’t help but wonder, if we all set down our phones and stopped swiping left, would we just take the plunge and run after beautiful people, too? Are dating sites, masked as a way of extending the dating pool, actually stopping us from noticing the people passing us in the street?

Should we all start embracing the world around us and approach perfectly good strangers? Compliment someone, ask someone out, strike up a conversation in a coffee shop. Whether you get a date or not, you’ve made someone’s day. Maybe this brave young man will push me to reach out to people in the real world and maybe it won’t. But after this, I truly believe that it’s those who run that keep romance alive.

Beth xo

Review: Stone Mattress by Margaret Atwood, Part One


‘Alphinland’ is the first of nine short stories in Margaret Atwood’s Stone Mattress (2014) and the fictional fantasy world created by its protagonist, Constance. There are incantations, dragons, goddesses and even a special box for a certain poet ex-boyfriend of hers – not that she’s bitter. Alphinland is where Constance, an endearing elderly widow, goes to escape, but there is just one rule – it is off limits to her late husband, Ewan.

During a cold and bitter ice storm, Constance is guided by the voice of Ewan when preparing for the ensuing weather problems. But as the narrative unravels it becomes apparent that there are many unanswered questions between the two – “did you have an affair?”, “pull yourself together”

Despite tension in the air, Constance relies on and trusts Ewan’s judgement and owes a lot of her practical choices and decisions to him. She’s dependent on someone who is no longer in the world with her. This is the one thing in the book I felt quite frustrated over – obviously. Refer to this review for a ‘girl power’ outburst and then you’ll understand my thoughts. I just can’t help myself.

Constance is really quite likeable, she doesn’t trust other people’s intentions when offering her help – “she doesn’t watch the television news for nothing”, you know – and in a fallen tree induced power cut she assembles herself a duvet fort in front of the fire so she makes it through the night without freezing. Imagine a little old lady wrapped up like a burrito – adorable, is it not? However, she relies on her late husband’s interjections to get her successfully through the day and I want her to give herself more credit. Even in Constance’s own mind, her solutions to problems come to her through the voice of Ewan and therefore, not even her own practically belongs to herself. She believes he’s the forward thinking one but, after years of marriage, perhaps she picked up a few tricks.

The short story comes to a dramatic close when Ewan’s presence disappears. Constance finally acknowledges out loud Ewan’s death, telling him so, in a fit of rage when he confronts her about a man – her ex-boyfriend locked away in Alphinland? But, he’s forbidden to going there? And so, she goes looking for him. This, for me, is the moment where Constance is faced with truly being alone or holding on to what once was, despite its cracks.

The end of the short story, for me, was a little confusing. Atwood delves in and out of fantasy quite rapidly and, in all honesty, I really didn’t know what was going on for a little while. That’s probably why I did give this short story a lower rating and it hurts me to do so because I am a fan of Atwood.

Admittedly, my experience with short stories is very limited and as a fan of Atwood, I commend her ability to create an experience without making it feel rushed or totally overwhelming to read. A lovely bed-time story that delves in and out of the past, present and fantasy.

2/5 Mockingbirds

Beth xo

Review: Us by David Nicholls


This has been one of my favourite books to read all year and certainly a perfect way to finish 2015. It’s beautifully written and I’ve never both laughed and cried so much at a book before. While university work stopped me from reading as much as I wanted to, I’m so glad it took me as long as it did because I simply didn’t want it to end. It encapsulates what I think is wonderfully awkward British humour and tugs on the heartstrings through a tale of loss, love and admiration.

Douglas Petersen is a 54-year-old industrial biochemist. He’s cautious, logical and some would say a little uptight but you just can’t help adoring him on his mission to make his wife fall in love with him again. He shares his most precious memories with us of how he and his little family came to be.

On a grand trip around Europe with his wife, Connie, and son, Albie, Douglas can’t seem to get anything right. He traipses around galleries and tries to engage with the culture that surrounds him in an attempt to be exciting and fun – not like the regimented father they know him to be. But, after an argument in a restaurant and some words that should not have been said, in an act of defiance, Albie elopes with a wild accordionist named Cat and turns the family holiday into a solo rescue mission so that Douglas can save his failing relationship with his son.

And slowly but surely, through sheer determination, Douglas abandons his awkward self and becomes a funny and spontaneous man, who will go to lengths to make amends with his son and to show him how much he really cares. He meets an exciting woman who is, also, currently at a cross roads in her life, doesn’t shower or shave for days, gets arrested and even buys a pair of some very out-of-character trainers.

While the break down of Douglas and Connie’s marriage is always at the forefront of his mind and a driving force behind his actions, this novel shows the powerful struggle of a father who just wants his son to be proud of him, but never quite gets it right. Pushing Albie to study practical subjects rather than his passion of photography and an incident where Douglas glues Lego together ends up coming together to paint him, to his wife and to his son, as an uncreative, unsupportive and oppressive father. But I just don’t think that’s true. All he wants is for his son to be prepared for the life ahead of him – and perhaps a post-apocalyptic world. Douglas so badly wants his son to be proud of him, that he wants Albie to want to be like him and for him to appreciate the things he worked hard to do. His determination to be his son’s idol, however misguided, is a beautiful exploration of the struggle parents face in raising their children and experience as the non-favourite parent.

My favourite quotes:

“I am clientele, why you not assist me? Oh yes, I was quite the bad-ass now, quite the bad-ass”

“Mike and Connie’s team were called Mobiles at the Ready, which got a laugh but made me anxious, because that kind of anarchy is just intolerable to me”

“I punched it because nothing hurts a jellyfish more, nothing affronts their sense of dignity, than an underwater punch in the face”

4/5 Mockingbirds

Beth xo

Review: The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

Admittedly, I’m a little on the fence with this book. Despite the fact that I couldn’t put it down and stormed through it within less than 3 days, I think that may have been due to my desire for it to end.

The book introduces the perspectives of Rachel, Megan and Anna; three women whose lives are entwined in ways that they would never have imagined. Rachel is a drunk, lonely and divorced. She takes the 8.04am train into Euston everyday and lives for the moment that the train stops in the same spot, so she can romanticise the lives of the people she sees. Giving them everything she has lost and desires. Anna is mistress turned wife turned mother and homemaker. She despises the existence of the sad and pathetic ex-wife that just won’t leave her alone. The only tarnish on her perfect marriage… or so she may think. And finally, there’s Megan. Seemingly happily married but is the unfulfilled, haunted and empty victim who has the darkest secret out of them all.

I can’t deny that the plot is brilliant, expertly thought out and thrilling to watch unfold. Despite my constant guessing, I was never right. Which is what you want from a thriller, right? Always being pointed in the wrong direction and inevitably shocked when the pieces come together. However, it was exceedingly frustrating to watch these weak and pitiful women be overpowered, beaten and broken down by twisted, selfish and desperate men. Every time Rachel would open another bottle or buy another drink to drown her sorrows, I wanted to shake her and yell at her to get a bloody grip. All of the women within this novel tear down another woman in some way or another and it’s what makes them so desperate for a man’s approval.

The plot wouldn’t be what it was without these women. It would never have had the impact it did if the characters weren’t constantly fighting against one another, rather than working with one another. It would be nothing, too easy almost, without an unreliable, erratic and unstable drunk, who no one can take seriously but who really is closer to the answer than anyone else. The ‘perfect’ wife, haunted by the pathetic ex who just can’t let go. Blinded by her hatred. Refusing to accept her husband’s wrongdoings, unreliable to do the right thing if it may spoil her perfect family. And the troublemaker, the cheat; trapped and made vulnerable by her own dark past and unable to break her destructive cycle.

These three women share the narrative, jumping from morning to evening and recalling the day. The multiple perspectives, along with the broken time-scale, left the narrative jumping from one part to another and unsmooth. While it built tension to hear everything retrospectively and malleable to the affects of the narrators’ feelings, it wasn’t something I was enthralled by. The narrators, with their perspectives tainted and blinded by alcohol, undying love or desire, left me feeling suspicious and untrusting that what was being accounted was actually completely true.

The novel is a hard-hitting thriller with an ability to evoke doubt, pity and suspicion. Hawkins does a brilliant job to conceal any clues to the mystery of this “whodunnit” novel. The big reveal was subtle and completely under dramatic, but that’s all it needed. The drama is still yet to unfold after this particular moment of clarity and the book progresses suddenly into a dark, violent and shocking story. Aspects of this book were thoroughly enjoyable, gripping and thought provoking but I just couldn’t completely enjoy its style of narration or it’s choice in weak, hysterical and dependent female characters. Apologies from the feminist within me.

2/5 Mockingbirds

Beth xo

Review: Millie Marotta’s Tropical Wonderland


This review has probably been my most fun and most visual post to-date. While I absolutely love escaping with a book in hand, it was amazing to pass the time and relax whilst doing something a little different. I have wanted an adult colouring book for months and I love any excuse to sit down and avoid adult responsibilities. I wanted a book that had a lot of patterns that filled its pages, so this particular one was absolutely perfect for me. It’s a colouring book that doesn’t make you feel like a five year old, what more could you want?

Millie Marotta’s Tropical Wonderland is the second in a series of colouring books illustrated by Millie Marotta and with its intricate and detailed designs it encourages creative freedom so that every individual can make each and every page their own.



I have a Fine Art A Level under my belt, so I’m an absolute flaming perfectionist over anything arty or creative. Which means I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to fully relax and let the process of creating something calm me like it used to. Every time I didn’t stay within the lines, the perfectionist niggled a little bit more and I will probably actively avoid the sections that ask you to draw your own tropical flora. They scare me because I’ve never been too great at illustration. So my attempt will only end up with me sulking and not opening the book for a few days and that’s not fun for anyone. However, once I got into the rhythm of colouring I forgot about my initial apprehension, proved myself wrong and lost hours to filling in just one page.



I had an absolute ball playing around with different techniques to fill the shapes and spaces. Using one colour per block or blending colours, I could make this as bright and as colourful as I wanted – the possibilities are endless. Using practically all of the colours available to me probably makes this a very unrealistic interpretation of a tropical wonderland, but it just looks so pretty. The intricate designs allow you to change up colours as and when you want to, rather than leaving one leaf or flower one block colour.

At the moment, my final year at university is only just starting, so I didn’t have much stress or many worries to escape from. I just couldn’t wait to get started and write about this book, and so the page was completed through pure excitement and determination rather than the need for therapeutic activities. But later, when I have to juggle assignments, lectures, part-time work and keeping up with my society and having a social life, the “me time” I got through sitting and concentrating on nothing other than the task at hand will really help. I would recommend this to anyone who has trouble un-winding after a long and busy day, suffers from anxiety (as this has been highly recommended to me by a dear friend who does) and also finds enjoyment in making something look pretty without the hassle or stress of trying to create your own illustration – you don’t need to be the next Van Gogh to enjoy a book like this, but if you are then you’ll probably do a better job staying within the lines than I did and possibly attempt the “do it yourself” sections.


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This colouring book will last me throughout my entire final year of university; it’ll aid me in my endless procrastination marathons and to de-stress me when my assignment and dissertation deadlines loom closer. It’s basically unproductive productivity and that means it’s okay, right? Okay, maybe not. But it has a wonderful purpose and therapeutic value if everything feels like it’s getting a little bit too much and you want to escape from being overwhelmed.


The amount of time and care I took in completing just the first page leads me to believe that this book will be a very long and slow work in progress, which I will probably needlessly document on Snapchat and Instagram. The amount of illustrations there are for you means endless distraction and art therapy. The quality of the book itself and the pages means it is absolutely worth every single penny you spend on it.

4.5/5 Mockingbirds

Beth xo

Review: Elizabeth Is Missing by Emma Healey

One of the main reasons I wanted to read Elizabeth is Missing is because we all love something with our own name on it –tacky key rings from the seaside, gaudy mugs from gift shops and, of course, award winning novels. You can’t help yourself really, can you? So, for obvious reasons, I was absolutely delighted to read this heartwarming novel by Emma Healey whom delivers an honest and moving insight into the progression of the main character, Maud’s, dementia.

Elizabeth is missing and Maud is sure she’s going to find out why, but it is extremely difficult to solve a mystery when you can’t remember the clues. Struggling against her forgetfulness and trying to keep her grasp on the present, Maud’s memory is frequently clouded by the unsolved mystery surrounding her older sister’s disappearance during her youth. Is Elizabeth really missing? Or is Maud just confused? Haunted by the unanswered questions surrounding Sukey and her sudden disappearance?

Watching the memories and the mysteries unfold through Maud’s perspective leaves you feeling as frustrated as she does, and searching for answers in the notes Maud leaves piled up in her pockets and in the memories of her childhood. You can’t help but laugh a little about Maud’s forgetfulness –clusters of forgotten tea, the odd boiled egg and where is it best to grow marrows? But the answer Maud is looking for is buried in her own questions. There is more to Maud and her infuriating question asking than her daughter, Helen, thinks and she remembers more than she may realise.

This novel is a thought-provoking and touching story about the struggles of living with dementia without labeling itself as a book only about dementia. It’s exploration of the battle Maud faces everyday makes reading the book an enlightening experience, rather than a sob story. Leaving the reader wanting to know more but not being able to creates the same sense of “I can’t quite put my finger on it” and “I know I’m forgetting something, but I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten” that Maud battles with everyday.

I loved this book and I almost wish it could have been longer. The short and sharp discovery at the end doesn’t quite do Maud’s long and repetitively agonising search for answers justice. But as this is my only criticism, it is also praise to the author and her ability to write such a novel. Is it really a downfall if it leaves me wanting more? It was simply just not enough. Discovering the true fate of Elizabeth and, quite literally, digging up the past leaves most of our questions answered. But I have just one – where really is the best place to grow marrows?

 3.5/5 Mockingbirds.

Beth xo