The Power by Naomi Alderman | Book Review

Naomi Alderman’s fourth novel, The Power, has been selected as this year’s winner for the Baileys Women’s Prize for fiction. I decided to pick up a copy the morning after the winner’s announcement, curious to discover what this novel had to make it stand out for the judges.


The Power Book Review


In The Power, Alderman imagines that women suddenly find that they can conduct electricity through their hands. This changes everything. Women are now physically stronger than men. The global consequences that follow are life changing and catastrophic. The speculative premise of the book is what intrigued me. It sounds like a Margaret Atwood wrote a Marvel comic.

The book explores different aspects of power and how different women react to each one. The characters contend with political power, physical strength and religious influence. There are deaths, riots and rapes. Some scenes are particularly detailed and difficult to read. Immediately after reading these, I couldn’t help but draw parallels to the real world. Why is more shocking when we are presented with a world in which women are the perpetrators of these atrocities?

I’m a fan of dystopian fiction. Novels are often set in the reader’s present and The Power is no different. There are constant references to our world and popular culture. It’s the first novel I’ve read which mentions Primark! This allows Alderman’s imagined events to be all the more shocking.

I did enjoy the book and found it to be a real page turner. However, I do have some issues with the structure. The tale is told from various viewpoints, mainly four characters. It is also set up as a fictitious novel and is sandwiched between email correspondence at the beginning and end. These elements did take away some of my enjoyment. I think a more detailed single person narrative would have drawn me in more.

Overall, I’m glad I read it. The story is engaging and being able to dip into Alderman’s imagination was a treat!

The Botanist, Reading | Restaurant Review

Hooray! The Botanist has arrived in Reading! The much-coveted bar and restaurant chain opened its thirteenth location on King’s Street. It brings with it a playful menu, full of pub classics often with a modern and fresh twist. The whimsical botanical inspired cocktails are what excites me most. Who wouldn’t enjoy a sharing cocktail served in a watering can? I was invited to test out both the food and drinks menus with my boyfriend. Spoiler - we enjoyed it, a lot!


The Botanist, Reading

The Botanist, Reading


Upon arriving at The Botanist, we were welcomed by smiley, friendly staff and shown to our table. I couldn’t help but marvel at the d├ęcor. The listed building, which had been a bank since 1814, has received an extensive makeover. Everything is botanically themed; vintage gardening ephemera mixes with a light and earthy colour palette. It’s quaint and quirky in the cutest possible way.

Our server presented us with both food and drink menus. She was so enthusiastic about the available choices and was only too happy to answer any questions and recommend a few of her favourite cocktails. I settled for the Peach and Lavender Cosmo to begin with. It was shortly followed by All the Greens and finally a Rhubarb and Gin Old Fashioned.

It’s only fair when testing a new menu to go all out with starters, mains and puddings! Our meal began with Chicken in a Basket with BBQ sauce and Creamy Truffle Mushrooms. When this course arrived, I was quite disappointed that my food hadn’t also arrived in an adorable mini wicker picnic basket! However, my mushrooms were delicious and I’d definitely have them again!


The Botanist, Reading



For mains, we chose the BBQ Pulled Pork Burger and the Jerk Salmon hanging kebab. I’ve been assured that the pulled pork was top notch. My salmon kebab was teamed with pineapple, carrot and a ginger and sweet chili glaze. Oh my! The most succulent salmon I’ve ever eaten!

The Mr was apparently too full for desert. So, I had to go it alone with a Caramelised Banana Split. Toasted marshmallows sit alongside brownie pieces, peanuts and biscuit cream. All accompanied with the traditional banana, ice cream and chocolate sauce. Sounds nuts - tastes like heaven.


The Botanist, Reading

The Botanist, Reading


We left feeling full, contented… and slightly tipsy! I can see The Botanist becoming a regular date night destination for us. The relaxed atmosphere is totally our thing. I love that there’s live music each night too. The Botanist is the perfect addition to Reading’s existing dining options.

I’m already looking for excuses to visit again - Lemon and Jasmin Collins, I’m coming for you!


The Botanist
1 - 5 King's Street, Reading


Our meal and drinks were kindly provided by The Botanist for review.

How I'm Dealing with Grief and Depression

How to Deal With Grief

I’ve experienced grief before, but mainly as a child. I’ve also experienced depression before. It lingers constantly above me like a rain cloud. Some days will be fine, I’ll laugh and see things clearly. On other days, my thoughts will be persistent, my mood will darken and that rain cloud will have grown into an inky, swirling storm.

In January, I received the most unexpected news. My father was in hospital, unconscious in the intensive care unit. It was thought best that I make my way there as soon as I could. After the worst 48 hours, he passed away.

It still doesn’t feel real. How could something so unexpected, so totally out of the blue happen to someone so laid-back and dependable? It seemed incomprehensible. I couldn’t get my head around it.

While I was asking myself how the universe thought it was OK for this happen, I carried on. I was moving on. It took a few days to realise this was happening and when I realised I couldn’t work out why. Grief was something that broke you down completely, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t I fallen apart by now?

I still felt that unearthly emptiness. I wasn’t sleeping properly. I burst into tears at the drop of a hat. I was irritable and it was as if someone had taken the colour out my life. But I was used to all of this. These are the hallmarks of depression. Had I slipped back into a depressive episode? Or was this normal, just grief doing its thing?

I became preoccupied with working out exactly why I was experiencing each and every emotion. But it turns out that trying to do this, whilst experiencing a tirade of intense feelings will eventually come to a head. I just needed to accept these feelings.

I’ve learnt to deal with grief in the same way I do with depression. I’m working my way through ALL the self-care lists on Pinterest. I’ve reached out for professional help, I’m exercising more and I’m totally OK with spending an afternoon in my pyjamas watching Frozen if I need to!