But no country wanted them so they sailed on. I felt there were many parallels with Lisa Tetzner’s novel set in the late 1930s, where poor, and ill, Europeans tried to start a new life in South America. But anyway, those cruise ships that weren’t allowed to put into harbour in the Far East because of the contagion on board. Was it last month? Time is strange right now. It was the ‘ Ship with no harbour‘ I thought of first. And I would like it to be known that that book by Vaseem Khan has been ‘borrowed’ from a kind parent. There is a kitchen splashback to deal with.
This is just as well, because however lovely the vintageness from the local auction-hunter, a flat has only so much space.Īpologies for the tile samples. There won’t be so many new ones, as the e-reader has taken over. I won’t list them all, but basically, the story of Bookwitch can be seen on these shelves. Although the latter has had to be pruned down to more manageable numbers of books. Likewise Caroline Lawrence and Liz Kessler and Jacqueline Wilson. There are an inordinate number of Cathy Hopkins books, and that’s as it should be. The vintage shelves I mentioned seem to contain mostly books by people I ‘know’ and who Daughter has met through being dragged on bring-your-child-to-work days. Somehow a lot of young literature has happened to Offspring.
Also two bookmarks, one of which I was intrigued to find personally dedicated and signed by Michelle Magorian. Today it’s Bookwitch’s turn to hum ‘She was only sixteen…’Īs you may have gathered, Daughter has recently moved and has some vintage shelves to arrange with books. We have both put sixteen behind us – but only just. Today I’m – because we are the same, Bookwitch and I – thinking about the effect Bookwitching has had not just on me but on the young and innocent, like Daughter. A year ago Bookwitch ruminated on what sells and what she reads and why.
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