There were the books I was assigned to read at school and then there were the books I was actually reading. Obviously I did read the class texts (because: English nerd) but as soon as I got home, it was other books that I was engrossed in.
1985 – supposed to be reading A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle, was actually reading the Caitlin series by Francine Pascal
1986 – supposed to be reading Playing Beatie Bow by Ruth Park (I actually loved this book), was actually reading Sweet Dreams romances. All of them.
1987 – supposed to be reading A Kestral for a Knave by Barry Hines (notable in my class because it had a swear word), was actually reading Flowers in the Attic by V. C. Andrews
1988 – supposed to be reading My Brother Jack by George Johnston, was actually reading Lace by Shirley Conran
1989 – supposed to be reading In Country by Bobbie Ann Mason, was actually reading I’ll Take Manhattan by Judith Krantz