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little peculiar, but when it
told you about Betty's seduction, and her tight shorts
being easy to slip off, well, I thought it sheer trash.
In fact I had a good laugh to think that sensible
adults are 'shocked' by this 'outspoken book'. I think
my dear parents would get a shock if they knew some
of the books I read that are far worse.
Thursday 14 April
This morning I finished skimming through 'Peyton
Place'. It went on in the same manner as before,
ending up when Alison finally launches upon 'The
Fate Worse Than Death', and discovers that she
loves Peyton Place and is no longer afraid of it.
The next day was Good Friday – and I wanted
something else to keep me going all over the Easter
weekend. My longest book was Gone with the Wind ,
over a thousand pages, but for some reason I'd lent
it to Uncle Ron – Biddy's friend, not a real uncle.
Friday 15 April
I phoned Ron up to ask him if he was coming over
on Saturday. He said he definitely was so I asked
if he would return my book 'Gone with the Wind'
when he came. He promised he would, then I rang
off after chattering a little. I hope he does remember
to bring it as I am stuck over the weekend without
any books to read, as I have either finished my
library books or else they're boring. I cannot bear
persevering with a book when I don't like it.
Re-reading Gone with the Wind kept me going
right through Easter and beyond. I guzzled my
chocolate eggs and then tried to suck my tummy
in, sighing over Scarlett O'Hara's minuscule waist.
I didn't envy her any of her men. I didn't even care
for Rhett Butler – but I did envy Scarlett her green
velvet gown and all her rustling petticoats.
Ga and Biddy and I all unusually agreed that Gone with the Wind was a great read. We all also
liked Monica Dickens.
Friday 8 April
I finished reading 'Joy and Josephine' by Monica
Dickens. It was a very good book, with a really
smashing plot.
I spent the day at my grandma's on 20 April,
helping her with the spring cleaning at
Fassett Road.
Ga armed me with a ladder, a rag, and a bucket of
hot water and Flash. I washed down all the upstairs
doors and frameworks, then all the banisters, both
the landing and the stairs, and the cupboard door,
and all that enormous panel, and in all the little
crevices where dirt miraculously collects. Ga was
very pleased, and paid me 4 bob! Then after a fish
and chips lunch (home cooked) Ga and I lay out in
the sun in deckchairs. My, it was as warm as the
middle of Summer. I stayed out there so long that
I regretfully finished reading a very funny book.
'One Pair of Feet' by Monica Dickens.
I met Monica Dickens many years later, when
we were both judging a children's writing
competition, and I shyly told her how much I'd
enjoyed her books. She was lovely to me, but a
terrible stickler for correct grammar and
punctuation while judging those children's stories,
worse than any teacher!
Ga owned very few books herself, and she didn't
belong to the public library. She had a subscription
to Boots library and fed her reading habit that way.
Sometimes she lent me her library books too.
My father brought me books from Westminster
library. He worked at the nearby Treasury. He was
such a strange man. He could be so moody and
unpredictable, losing his temper violently and then
sulking, sometimes for weeks. He rarely chatted
with me and never tried to understand me – and
yet he had an unerring knack for picking out
unusual books for me that I loved .
It was through Harry that I discovered Rumer
Godden, a favourite author of mine for many years.
He brought The River home for me first, a beautiful
bittersweet story of a family in India, narrated by
thirteen-year-old Harriet, who wants to be a writer.
It took me a few pages to get into the story. I was
a little dismayed to see the Latin declensions and
conjugations for love and war on the first page.
I hated Latin lessons even more than maths –
but wonderfully, Harriet seemed equally hopeless
at Latin.
I read The
told you about Betty's seduction, and her tight shorts
being easy to slip off, well, I thought it sheer trash.
In fact I had a good laugh to think that sensible
adults are 'shocked' by this 'outspoken book'. I think
my dear parents would get a shock if they knew some
of the books I read that are far worse.
Thursday 14 April
This morning I finished skimming through 'Peyton
Place'. It went on in the same manner as before,
ending up when Alison finally launches upon 'The
Fate Worse Than Death', and discovers that she
loves Peyton Place and is no longer afraid of it.
The next day was Good Friday – and I wanted
something else to keep me going all over the Easter
weekend. My longest book was Gone with the Wind ,
over a thousand pages, but for some reason I'd lent
it to Uncle Ron – Biddy's friend, not a real uncle.
Friday 15 April
I phoned Ron up to ask him if he was coming over
on Saturday. He said he definitely was so I asked
if he would return my book 'Gone with the Wind'
when he came. He promised he would, then I rang
off after chattering a little. I hope he does remember
to bring it as I am stuck over the weekend without
any books to read, as I have either finished my
library books or else they're boring. I cannot bear
persevering with a book when I don't like it.
Re-reading Gone with the Wind kept me going
right through Easter and beyond. I guzzled my
chocolate eggs and then tried to suck my tummy
in, sighing over Scarlett O'Hara's minuscule waist.
I didn't envy her any of her men. I didn't even care
for Rhett Butler – but I did envy Scarlett her green
velvet gown and all her rustling petticoats.
Ga and Biddy and I all unusually agreed that Gone with the Wind was a great read. We all also
liked Monica Dickens.
Friday 8 April
I finished reading 'Joy and Josephine' by Monica
Dickens. It was a very good book, with a really
smashing plot.
I spent the day at my grandma's on 20 April,
helping her with the spring cleaning at
Fassett Road.
Ga armed me with a ladder, a rag, and a bucket of
hot water and Flash. I washed down all the upstairs
doors and frameworks, then all the banisters, both
the landing and the stairs, and the cupboard door,
and all that enormous panel, and in all the little
crevices where dirt miraculously collects. Ga was
very pleased, and paid me 4 bob! Then after a fish
and chips lunch (home cooked) Ga and I lay out in
the sun in deckchairs. My, it was as warm as the
middle of Summer. I stayed out there so long that
I regretfully finished reading a very funny book.
'One Pair of Feet' by Monica Dickens.
I met Monica Dickens many years later, when
we were both judging a children's writing
competition, and I shyly told her how much I'd
enjoyed her books. She was lovely to me, but a
terrible stickler for correct grammar and
punctuation while judging those children's stories,
worse than any teacher!
Ga owned very few books herself, and she didn't
belong to the public library. She had a subscription
to Boots library and fed her reading habit that way.
Sometimes she lent me her library books too.
My father brought me books from Westminster
library. He worked at the nearby Treasury. He was
such a strange man. He could be so moody and
unpredictable, losing his temper violently and then
sulking, sometimes for weeks. He rarely chatted
with me and never tried to understand me – and
yet he had an unerring knack for picking out
unusual books for me that I loved .
It was through Harry that I discovered Rumer
Godden, a favourite author of mine for many years.
He brought The River home for me first, a beautiful
bittersweet story of a family in India, narrated by
thirteen-year-old Harriet, who wants to be a writer.
It took me a few pages to get into the story. I was
a little dismayed to see the Latin declensions and
conjugations for love and war on the first page.
I hated Latin lessons even more than maths –
but wonderfully, Harriet seemed equally hopeless
at Latin.
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