I am racing through Black Swan Green - almost finished it. Ooh, it's good. Quite painful to read, some of it, but it's unputdownable. I even read a few pages this morning before I got out of bed, ignoring all the shouts and bellows from downstairs. I can't remember the last time that happened.
Next on my pile of books is Rebecca. Brighton are doing one of those 'City Reads' projects - and that's the book in question. And, of course, being a dutiful citizen, I always do what I am told. Well, okay, that's not remotely true, but when I saw the nice little brochure about it in the library, I did have a real urge to re-read the book. I've got a soft spot for Rebecca, too, because it was the first grown-up novel I ever read (at the precocious age of 10). It was such a rite of passage, I vividly remember feeling soooo grown-up as I discussed the plot with my mum. So go on, then, fellow bloggers - what was your first 'grown-up novel'? And have you read it since?
PS So glad Posh Paul got turfed out of The Apprentice last night. There seems to be a high ratio of poshos in it this year - and definitely a bit of class war going on. I am CONVINCED that Adam keeps ending up in the boardroom solely because he's got a Northern accent and didn't go to a rah-rah public school. Hope he shoves it to 'em next week.
29 years on, nearly there
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