What I read, and was it any good? Twenty-three books, three years, one degree, and a lot of opinions I am now going to inflict on you. Here is the thing nobody tells you about studying English: the reading list is not a list of books you will love. It is a list of books someone decided you should have opinions about. Some of them changed my life. Some of them I resented every single page of.

Nobody has experienced real chaos until you arrive at the student kitchen on move-in day. Six people arrive within a few hours of each other, all clutching bags for life, and by the evening the flat owns four toasters, three colanders and not one tin opener. Someone has bought a candle. Someone else has brought an iron they will use precisely once.