I’m Nora. I read about sixty books a year, mostly literary fiction, quiet fantasy and essays, and write about the ones that stay with me.
by Mira Hollis · The Tidewater Books · Book 2 of 3
A grieving fruit scientist inherits a failing orchard on a salt-burned coast, along with a ledger that seems to predict every bad harvest. Hollis writes weather the way other novelists write villains.
Read the reviewA bookbinder’s apprentice discovers that the moths eating the library’s oldest folios are rewriting them. Strange, tender and very funny.
Twelve essays on walking the same three miles of farmland for a year. The best nature writing I’ve read in a decade, and the least preachy.
A mapmaker on a generation ship charts corridors that keep moving. Big ideas, small kindnesses, and an ending that earns its hope.
A tax inspector, a frozen harbour town and a set of accounts that don’t add up. A slow-burn mystery with a wonderfully dry narrator.
Short, plain-spoken poems about a mother’s last winter. I read it in one sitting and then again, slowly, with a pencil.
Three generations of a Lagos family across one tree’s lifetime. Sprawling, generous and full of food you can almost taste.
A retired maths teacher counts her way through a year of small losses. Beautifully written, if a little too restrained for me.
A novel in letters between a lighthouse keeper and the widow who writes to him by mistake. Gentle, witty, and sad in all the right places.
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