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 Continue reading
I went away with girlfriends last weekend. There were eight of us. Like most girls weekends, it included lots of sitting around chatting, eating chocolate, flicking through trashy mags and a spot of shopping.
I spent my reading time alternating between John Irving’s In One Person and New Weekly’s coverage of Matthew McConaughey’s recent wedding (*insert gratuitous shots of Matthew here*).