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25 Books I Want To Read in 12 Months

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Player of Games by Iain M. Banks

Sleepyhead by Mark Billingham

Notes From a Small Island by Bill Bryson

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The Take by Martina Cole

Harlequin by Bernard Cornwell

Someone Like You by Roald Dahl

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Room by Emma Donoghue

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro

Misery by Stephen King

The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella

Small Island by Andrea Levy

Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

The Time Travellers Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox by Maggie O’Farrell

The Damned Utd by David Peace

Good Omens by Terry Prachett and Neil Gaiman

How I Live Now by Meg Rosoff

Touching the Void by Joe Simpson

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

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Book launch at Waterstones

Last Thursday was marvellous

Here are the highlights of the book launch…

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ps… the wine and the nibbles were scrumptious too

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Through The Aether

…Beside The Pool, Dirty Gold and Arriving…three of my poems… will feature in The Nottingham Student Anthology third annual publication, to be launched on Thursday 7th June, 7pm at Waterstones, 1/5 Bridlesmith Gate, Nottingham, NG1 2GR.

RSVP: nottingham.anthology@hotmail.co.uk

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Go with your Gut…

…that’s what I did a few days ago as I was travelling down ‘souf’.

I was looking forward to the three and a half hour coach journey for 3 reasons…

1. I would have time to be alone with my thoughts… we’ve been too busy lately.

2. I was going to see someone I hadn’t seen for a few months.

3. I was embarking on an exciting adventure.

Okay, so everything was going according to plan, including me dashing through the city centre with my suitcase and almost missing the coach.

Made it by the skin of my teeth, sat down, wiped the sweat from my forehead (and discreetly from under my armpits!) and said (quietly to myself) hello thoughts how are you… when….

some geezer asks if he can send a text message from my phone… my gut said NO, so I said ‘no’.

He persisted this time asking if he could make a quick call… Again my gut said no… actually it screamed it…

Can you believe despite me firmly saying no this fool continued to badger me… so I got a little ghetto dropped the received pronunciation and fell into hardcore dialect, he got the message (or so I thought).

I Settled down once again, as the coach pulled onto the motorway this geezer decided to walk up and down badgering the other passengers, each in turn saying no… even with his pitiful story of having his phone stolen… yeah right…

Finally some guy did take pity on him and agreed to him sending a text from his phone…

And I felt bad… I mean where was my charity, my humanity to man, it was only a text message after all…

I guess he sensed my thoughts because he walked back up to the back of the coach where I was sitting and shouted… no actually he spat a barrage of insults at me… sarcastically thanking me for not allowing him to use my phone. I felt even worse. But I also felt that it was my phone and I had the right not to give it to a complete stranger, especially as I was a woman travelling alone… I ignored his insults… years of watching the dog whisperer had paid off as I summoned my calm assertive energy… it really does work (thanks Caesar)

…within seconds he was back down the front of the coach asking the same guy who had allowed him to send a text message to make a call… of course the guy couldn’t refuse as he had been set up to think that he was the good Samaritan and me the wicked witch so he allowed him to make a call… and do you know what happened… as he took the phone from this innocent passenger he said ‘I’m just going to be half an hour’ and he proceeded to go to the toilets where he stayed with this guys phone.I mean what the hell was he doing with it!?

I knew he was up to no good. That could have been me. I would not have appreciated some guy having access to my phone and sending god knows what kind of messages from it.

So my gut was right… a con man. Thank heavens I listened to my gut and ignored my head and heart!

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