Notts TV Book Club

Notts TV Book Club: Open Water

Wed, 03 Apr 2024 07:52:49 GMT

This week, Becky and Jaden unravel the touching and vulnerable moments of Open Water with guest Josh Pickering.

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Notts TV Book Club: What Time is Love?

Wed, 21 Feb 2024 10:32:29 GMT

It's time to talk about books! Join Becky and Jaden as they discuss the multifaceted What Time is Love? and try to figure out what makes it tick, and if you're in need of some reading suggestions (or what's not worth your time) then stick around to hear about their current reads.

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Notts TV Book Club: The Private Joys of Nnenna Maloney

Mon, 15 Jan 2024 10:03:44 GMT

Not had enough book talk? Need some recommendations? Tune in for talk of this month's book The Private joys of Nnenna Maloney, as hosts Becky Cullen and Jaden Morten ask if sometimes it's too tragic and discuss their favourite books of 2023.

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Notts TV Book Club: Sofia Khan is Not Obliged

Fri, 08 Dec 2023 09:30:23 GMT

This month Becky and Jaden are joined by Ramisha Rafique as they discuss the hilarious and heartwarming Sofia Khan is Not Obliged. Find out what Jaden and Becky have been reading and settle in for electric talk about identity, publishing double standards, and what representation should look like. To top it all off, Ramisha reads her exquisite poem Postcolonial Flaneurs.

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Notts TV Book Club: Beloved

Wed, 25 Oct 2023 15:25:20 GMT

This month Becky and Jaden reflect on the harsh beauty in Beloved, what it can tell us about motherhood, and the insights it gives into slavery and its historical context. Also featuring Cara Thompson reading her poem Rapunzel:

This head of mine is a hot topic.

Like a matchstick you strike the wick of my scalp

and flinch as I am engulfed in flames.

Unashamed, you rinse the soot off your fingers while I stand here and burn.

I used to think that I could dress this pain in prettiness.

That if I laced these wounds in limericks,

you’d look past the length of your outstretched fingers and lock eyes

with my wilting soul.

I know better now.

Know that this is not ignorance nor flattery,

I call your “curiosity” and raise you battery,

an assault on my buttercup being.

I, the flowerpot girl, twirling my two strand twists

am unraveled and unearthed by the flick of your wrists,

the width of your wide-open mouth poised to devour my pride

Venus fly trap,

when will you unhand me?

I know Rapunzel had hair like mine.

The sheer audacity required to climb a woman’s curls and call it a compliment

is far too close to home.

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