Does anyone actually remember aniseed balls? Do they even still sell them? They seem to be one of those things that have fallen out of fashion since I was a kid. I can’t really remember whether I liked them or not, though I vaguely remember that they have something in […]
Picking up where I left off (a long time ago), the next stop in my bookworm journey (after this post) was one which also featured a fur coat, Flossie Teacake’s Fur Coat by Hunter Davis. I remember this one from school, or at least, I remember really wanting to read […]
If you still haven’t read any Backman, please, take it from me, you should. The man is awesome. I may have only read two of his books so far, but they have both been thought provoking, clever, funny, stylish, moving and poetic.
I’ve yet to meet anyone (family excluded) who remembers this book. As I’ve mentioned before, my Mum has kept a lot (all?) our childhood books, and, since she’s in the process of moving house, I’ve been helping her clear them out (by nicking them for my boys). Some of them I have had no memory of at all. But this one is etched on my brain.
I wasn’t sure where to go next after my adventures with the Rats of Nimh. I didn’t want anything with more talking rodents, so a subject link was out, and since I wasn’t overly impressed with Nimh, I didn’t really want to stay with the same author.
Recently, I was glancing down the ABE list of the most searched for out of print books of 2015, when I discovered that at No.38 was an old old favourite of mine, Phoebe and the Hot Water Bottles.
The film version of this book came out in 1982. My brother (2 years older than me) must have seen it at a birthday party or something, because I can remember him being REALLY excited about it, and going on about it endlessly. I also remember being really jealous, since he made it sound like the best film EVER, and back then you had either had to save up for the video, or wait till it came on at Christmas. I’ve still never seen it.
When I was about 17, I did a lot of babysitting. I was called up one day and asked to babysit for a couple who I’d never met before – they’d got my name from someone else, it was a last minute thing. So I went round – they had […]
I remember reading this when I was about 9. When I say, I remember reading it, I remember that I did read it, and that I enjoyed it. But I couldn’t remember a single thing about the plot until I picked it up again a couple of days ago.
For the next step along the journey, I took a path less traveled, and tracked down a copy of Eve Rice’s only novel, The Remarkable Return of Winston Potter Crisply. An intriguing title, and a nice premise – Potter (as he is known) is spotted by his younger siblings in New York when he should be at Harvard, and they spend the rest of the book following him around trying to find out what he is up to.