My Childhood Bookshelf.

To say I read a lot as a child would be the understatement of the century. To be honest, nothing much has changed now either.

When I wasn’t at school, dance classes or singing lessons I was buried in a book. (Often on the way to said lessons I was buried in one anyway)

My parents would hate going into the city with me because I would always spend hours in book shops, or disappear into corners of dusty charity shops for a 50p bargain.

It goes without saying that Harry Potter was a huge part of my childhood. I got hooked on the second book, and from then on it was midnight releases all the way. ( Again – poor parents!) Once I had it in my hands I would read it all in one go, occasionally bringing it downstairs to socialise for a while, before scurrying back up to my room to deal with whatever death JK Rowling had thrown at me.

But other than JK Rowling the three main authors that I can still re-read today again and again are Meg Cabot of Princess Diaries fame, Eoin Colfer, author of the Artemis Fowl Series and Catherine Fisher, a welsh fantasy writer who wrote my favourite series of all time – The Snow-Walker Trilogy.

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Old Books and Other things…..

This summer has been pretty boring, so there has been nothing much to blog about really. Or even text anyone because the text will pretty go like this….

“heya, not bad. Not been upto much, just work really – fun You? X”

So really, whats the point.

This Sunday was good though as Victoria came down to Norfolk-land for the day and we went to Cromer, went on the fair, and then spent the evening watching The End of Time, crying, and then watching the Christmas Invasion too…

Whilst in Cromer we went to a bookshop where Vic spied this old book from the 1930’s (third edition) that I just HAD to buy.

It basically is a book telling the reader what sayings, and ‘vulgarisms’ mean, such as…

But because it was written originally in the 1920’s, and references back to the 1500’s, it has awesome sayings such as…

So in Walsham, the main activity for teenage boys is Pannier filling… Ew.

So if you find yourself needing new insults, text me. Or if I say something to you and you have NO idea what it means, please concider the fact that I may have just called you something vulgar.
For example…

Much Love.