Before I turn my back on 2025, I’m catching up on all the films I saw in the second half of the year (a stack, thanks to the Inverness Film Festival in November). There’s 3 new favourites, many films I admired, and a few I appreciated rather than enjoyed and am unlikely to watch again. Top pick for your winter watching: Pillion, the unexpectedly sweet if explicit dom-com (thanks Mr Skarsgard).

I knew 2025 would be tough, and it absolutely was. Some of that was work-related and predictable, some was unexpected health challenges, and some was the self-inflicted choice to push my physical boundaries, which had the pleasant side effect of bolstering my mental health. Reading and blogging weren’t priorities for me (you’re shocked, I know), but happily a comfort rather than a chore.

Happy new year! Tis the season for retrospectives: I’m kicking off by laughing at my reading challenge progress in 2025. I suggested I would use my challenges to guide my reading in 2025; instead, I once again forgot all about them, not even checking in on them until December 30th. Less challenge, more serendipity. Given I read fewer books in 2025 than I have done in about 20 years (if not longer), you will be unsurprised that I have not made much of a dent!

What, you thought ScifiMonth was all done in November? Heck no, we’re not done until the final mission logs. Sometimes life finds a way, sometimes it just gets in the way, so it’s taken a few weeks longer than usual to get to the final wrap posts, but maybe that means we can enjoy them all the more. Grab a cuppa, and let’s revisit the SF love shared in the second half of November.

This month has been so full I’ve already misremembered most of the highlights as having happened earlier in the year! I started the month on a mini-holiday on the Fife coast, before diving into the Inverness Film Festival (reviews coming soon) and finally settling into SF reads for ScifiMonth. I also started new meds to try and settle my migraines back down, so here’s hoping that makes 2026 manageable in spite of what will be an exciting but relentless year at work.

Today is the tenth anniversary of me becoming a book blogger and launching There’s Always Room For One More. TEN YEARS. There’s a lot of Grosse Point Blank vibes today, without the assassinations. I copied across a lot of older reviews from LiveJournal and LibraryThing, but this is the big day for this blog. I’m surprised and delighted and proud to still be here, however inconsistently, and hugely grateful to my regular readers and bookfriends who have made this such a rewarding hobby. Big love, friends.