“It was all too easy,” he said. “It all went too smoothly. America, you sit there, you plump beauty, still buying neckties from sidewalk sharpies, still guessing which walnut shell contains the pea… America, I sometimes worry about you.”
Yannie dreams of murdering her bullying brother, who thinks nothing of slamming her head into a wall or throttling her if she annoys him:
We are on holiday at Rhyll on the quiet side of the island. We are six, from fairly old to very young. This is a place of wind and tides, seabirds and mangroves, sailors, bushwalkers and fishermen. We enjoy our early meals, our games of Cranium and Dixit. Continue reading Reading in 2021
Gert has been reading a lot of crime novels in the silly season and has come up with an outline for one of her own:
I wouldn’t have some wan bringing her ideas into my house. Wanting a chandelier, maybe, or a poodle, or me to do yoga classes
If Dickens remains immortal, it is, among other reasons, for his profound understanding of the inner child who remains with all of us until we die.