Gone. A Girl, A Violin, A Life Unstrung by Min Kym

My violin was born in 1696, the year Peter the Great became Tsar of Russia.  It’s seen off Napoleon, Queen Victoria, Stalin, Mao Tse-tung, two world wars, and, so far, the atomic bomb.  People come, people go, violinists live, violinists die, empires rise and fall, and the violin lives on, washed from shore to shore on the tides of wealth, fortune and history. This is but a speck of time for my Strad.

My Not So Perfect Life by Sophie Kinsella

Her life may not be picture perfect yet, with the crushingly long commute, the box room of a bedroom in a flat-share and the oh so tight budget.  But the world doesn’t need to know that. Lucky for her, instagram has afforded her the ability to portray a life that she wants people to believe she is living.  In London she is Cat, not country girl Katie, brought up by a single dad in the dull hinterlands.