There are times when one has absolutely fabulous runs of books and there are times like now L . The Hedgehog is turning out to be utterly puerile. So I’m sorry folks… the transliteration might not proceed apace.
I decided to go back to old favourites (need recovery time!) and pulled out all the books I wanted from the divan. While MacLean and Harry Potter serve to amuse for now, I can’t find The Edible Woman. L L My beatiful, tattered, second-hand version with blue cover seems to be missing in action.
Treedom of Expression! 