Yesterday I read 'Revelation', by C.J, Sansom, not my sort of thing, but I was given it by a friend who'd nicked 3 of my books before I'd even read them myself then didn't give them back for months. It was OK though. I'd read 'Winter In Madrid', by the same author (not Tudor stuff) and enjoyed it, which is, I think, why she passed 'Revelation' on. Today I'm going to read 'The Gargoyle' (can't remember the author but it's about a burns victim who is cared for by a mad woman!!!) and is one of the books my mate had hogged.
Pumpkin Becki; I'm one of those people who can read a book in next to no time. IT IS A CURSE. I do the voices, I understand everything and take in the subtleties of the plot, but I do it fast and it's impossible to slow down. I get through 5 or 6 books every week. When I was a kid the dragon of a librarian at the local library claimed it was 'Impossible for a child to read 5 books in under a fortnight' so when I took my allotted 5 back after a couple of days she'd refuse to change them, I used to nick my brothers' library tickets, then I got my Dad - who is definitely not a keen reader - to join the library and give me his tickets too... good thing I did because when I was 11 and wanting to read something more adult she'd only allow me to take books from the children's section using my own ticket. In the end I chose something truly babyish, a book called 'Betty the Bear's Bus' and took it home. When Mum and Dad laughed I explained that I'd read all the books aimed at my age group in the kids' section and I wasn't allowed anything else. At this point my mum - who can be a bit of a dragon herself - 'had words' with the librarian and they came to an agreement that I could take out books that were deemed 'suitable', with the librarian as the arbiter of suitability. This basically meant that I was allowed to read Daphne Du Maurier and has had two long lasting effects: 1, I wouldn't read a Daphne Du Maurier book now if it was the last piece of reading material on earth and; 2, My daughter is called Rebecca.
Pumpkin Becki; I'm one of those people who can read a book in next to no time. IT IS A CURSE. I do the voices, I understand everything and take in the subtleties of the plot, but I do it fast and it's impossible to slow down. I get through 5 or 6 books every week. When I was a kid the dragon of a librarian at the local library claimed it was 'Impossible for a child to read 5 books in under a fortnight' so when I took my allotted 5 back after a couple of days she'd refuse to change them, I used to nick my brothers' library tickets, then I got my Dad - who is definitely not a keen reader - to join the library and give me his tickets too... good thing I did because when I was 11 and wanting to read something more adult she'd only allow me to take books from the children's section using my own ticket. In the end I chose something truly babyish, a book called 'Betty the Bear's Bus' and took it home. When Mum and Dad laughed I explained that I'd read all the books aimed at my age group in the kids' section and I wasn't allowed anything else. At this point my mum - who can be a bit of a dragon herself - 'had words' with the librarian and they came to an agreement that I could take out books that were deemed 'suitable', with the librarian as the arbiter of suitability. This basically meant that I was allowed to read Daphne Du Maurier and has had two long lasting effects: 1, I wouldn't read a Daphne Du Maurier book now if it was the last piece of reading material on earth and; 2, My daughter is called Rebecca.
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