Susan’s Bookshelves: The Darling Buds of May by HE Bates
Forget David Jason and Bradley Walsh. Go back to HE Bates’s 1958 short novel. No dramatisation will ever capture the glorious, hilarious,...
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...
So the censors – sorry “sensitivity advisers” – have decreed that Roald Dahl’s Matilda can no longer read Rudyard Kipling. She has...
Coming back to Charlotte Bronte’s life changing, life-affirming 1847 masterpiece for at least the twelfth time is like listening to a Beethoven...
I often think about Laurie Lee’s Cock Pheasant “gilded with leaf-thick paint” swaggering across “the cidrous banks of autumn”. We used to...