Susan’s Bookshelves: The World’s Worst Pets by David Walliams
I’d spent a night at my younger son’s house in Brighton – as I often do – because I’d reviewed a show...
I’d spent a night at my younger son’s house in Brighton – as I often do – because I’d reviewed a show...
A dear, pretty well-read friend, a generation older than me used to scoff at me in the 1970s, when we worked together,...
Many of these blogs are about re-reads. As anyone who is kind enough to be a regular reader will know, I am...
Forget David Jason and Bradley Walsh. Go back to HE Bates’s 1958 short novel. No dramatisation will ever capture the glorious, hilarious,...
I read first read The Group in 1963 not long after it was published. I was a callow, shallow sixteen year old....
After I’d been accepted at Bishop Otter College to train as a teacher in 1965, I was sent a general reading list....
About 25 years ago, I hooked up with some teachers in Singapore who also ran a publishing company. At this distance I...
I’m an eclectic reader. I read most sorts and deliberately choose different levels of intensity. I used to tell my students that...