I go through phases where I devour books and fortunately for my intellect, I am in such a moment. I have just completed The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes and all I can say is wow. This short little read (only 163 pages) certainly packs a punch. It addresses the notion of memory and how one remembers and shares the past. “How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.” How do you tell your life story? Do you hide the pain? Do you embrace the rough patches? Owning my past and the choices I have made has been one of the best lessons I have come to terms with since moving home to this little island. Are there painful memories I wish to erase… at moments yes but I also know that they have made me who I am today and you know what, I am forever grateful for that.

Next up, My Berlin Kitchen.