No, not for me: more romantic fiction. It’s one of those weird things, but whenever I do find something good at the market, it’s within five minutes of sticking the parking ticket on the windscreen and setting off hunting. Last Saturday my very first stop was by two promising-looking boxes of old books. I didn’t know whether to admire the seller’s
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As I'm always saying, I can go week after week and get nothing at all; it's the persistence which brings me luck.
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I first read her in my teens, too. Before that, even, I used to read her column in my mother's Woman's Own!
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