Boyhood
David Keenan
At Paper Thistle, we write a review for every book we sell, specialising in Scottish fiction. Each review considers character, writing style, tone, and overall reading experience, offering a thoughtful introduction to what awaits on the page.
Claire’s fingers trembled on the quill as the British redcoats stormed the Ridge. Jamie’s voice[...]
Sloane’s hands were still shaking from the orders she’d carried out. The Lucis camp burned[...]
When Libertie watched the coffin slide through the Brooklyn dusk, she thought of freedom as[...]
Rowena’s eyes flickered at the motorway checkpoint; Halim’s passport trembled under the guard’s brusque glare.[...]
The winter sea split beneath Mary’s hull, waves howling like lost souls. Her voice cracked[...]
The wind-shattered peak glowed with ember light as Yske pressed the healer’s band across her[...]
Viv scrolled past another shirtless selfie, laughing into her wine. Claire rolled her eyes. Megan,[...]
In the icy lake near Stockholm’s conference island, the body floated - arms severed, identity vanished. Gabrielsson[...]
Tommie McCloud set the letter down, her name rewritten in someone else’s hand. Outside, cicadas[...]
The trench smelled of metal and rot. Rain drummed on helmets as Watson bent over[...]