My pathetic reading list advances at snails pace once more to half way. This is, without a doubt my year of the least books read ever.
Never mind, number 25 was
The Road to Nab End by Richard Woodruff. It's the story of a family of cotton weavers in Blackburn, Lancashire in the early 20th Century - and a pretty shitty life it is too with the
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