👀 non fate i dispetti a Flavia. Ha 11 anni ma sa già usare l’acido. 👉🏻 #flaviadeluceeildelittonelcampodeicetrioli Vol. 1 #flaviadeluce Flavia è stata legata e chiusa nell'armadio in soffitta ma per lei è un gioco da ragazzi liberarsi. Sono state le sue sorelle a farle quello e presto riceveranno la sua vendetta. Un giorno, sulla porta di casa, trova un uccello morto con un francobollo nel becco. Ciò destabilizza il padre, ha colto un messaggio nascosto? Quella stessa notte, Flavia sente il padre litigare con qualcuno a proposito di un tale che hanno ucciso. Il mattino dopo, alle prime luci dell'alba, mentre esce, Flavia inciampa letteralmente su un corpo. L'uomo fa giusto in tempo a sussurrarle "Vale" e poi muore. Flavia è su di giri, è la cosa più eccitante che le sia mai capitata. Chiama la polizia ma omettendo alcuni particolari. Poi prende la sua bicicletta e parte ad indagare. 👍🏻 Flavia ha undici anni, riesce a scassinare le serrature, sciogliere nodi che la tengono prigioniera e ha un laboratorio di chimica. Ultimo ma non meno importante: sa vendicarsi meglio di chiunque altro ... per esempio, ha sciolto le perle della sorella nell'acido. Flavia è una chimica eccezionale, i veleni sono la sua passione. 👍🏻 Flavia mi piace molto perché è tosta e vendicativa con le persone malevoli ma gentile e premurosa con chi è buono. Lei è un peperino, dice all'ispettore che è stato devastante trovare il cadavere ma in realtà è super emozionata. 👍🏻 Altro personaggio interessante è Dogger, il tuttofare. Di lui si dice che sia sopravvissuto due anni in un campo di prigionia giapponese e a tredici mesi di torture, fame e lavori forzati. A volte ha degli attacchi, visioni legate ai quei tempi. 👍🏻 Grande attenzione viene data ai dettagli. Il caso è intrigante soprattutto per il suo legame con il passato e con il padre di Flavia. 👍🏻 Un giallo reso affascinante dalla sua piccola ma brillante protagonista. ❓Vi piacciono i gialli dove ad indagare sono i bambini? #giallimondadori #librigialli #antrodilibri #bibliophilelegentibus #amicandito #ilclubdeilettorifelici #storiebookite1 https://www.instagram.com/p/CjVrAMBMP3w/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
MOJO: "A pagan dance around a dense core of Albarn's observations and some explicit politics." 4 / 5 ★
Q Magazine: “To call Merrie Land Albarn's Brexit album might sound reductive, but this is a record deeply informed by his dismay with where he sees the country heading.” 4 / 5 ★
The Sunday Times: “The album finds Albarn returning to the whimsical, jaundiced patriotism of Parklife, and the lulling, vaudevillian textures of This Is a Low and To the End. Vocally, he has never sounded so lovely, or so sad”. ALBUM OF THE YEAR
Hot Press: "Ribbons is such a pretty song, I demand it be played at my funeral. If buckets of tears aren’t shed there’ll be trouble." 7 / 10 ★
UNCUT: "The state [Merrie Land] depicts is both imaginary and recognisably real – as Albarn sees it, not so much a case of England’s dreaming, as the sad unfolding of an engineered nightmare." 7 / 10 ★
God is in the TV: “The music and words of Merrie Land hit so many targets, and with such precision, by turns grotesque and horribly emotionally exposed, that it’s never less than utterly compelling.” 9 / 10 ★
The Line of Best Fit: “Whether you voted to Leave or Remain is immaterial here. Albarn achieves his mission, which is not to cast doubt on the process itself, but more the situation that led to it. He posits that the United Kingdom is doomed because we have lost sight of who we are, and where we want to be going. With material this strong, and a vision this clear, it’s hard to argue with him.” 8 / 10 ★
Sound of Violence: "Merrie Land is that sad tale that England is likely to experience next year. The four members of The Good, The Bad And The Queen illustrate it perfectly in less than forty minutes. This new record is a nice snub to this disaster in the making. Perfect to end the year, this album could become a true classic of the genre.” 5 / 5 ★
The Clash Magazine: “Albarn on Britain is a proven formula, but Simonon, Allen and Simon Tong combine to craft curious twenty-first century folk about curious twenty-first century folk”. 8 / 10 ★
Loud and Quiet: “As a mirror held up to the country at a time of crisis by one of its sharpest observers, though, it’s a record of note, full of intrigue, intimacy and calmly assertive, greatly needed dissent”. 8 / 10 ★
The Independent: Surely there won’t be an album that captures our unsettled times more sublimely. 4 / 5 ★
Mondo Sonoro: “The essence of The Good, The Bad & The Queen continues intact in a delivery that does nothing but vindicate exponentially to each new chapter”. 8 / 10 ★
Drowned in Sound: "Rich and accomplished; beautifully played and immaculately conceptualised, Albarn’s latest trip from FitzRoy to Faeroes and back, via Dogger and Dover, is a drizzle-soaked deep-dive into a fractured land and fractured people. One of the quiet highlights of the year." 8 / 10 ★
The Scotman: “Merrie Land is a deep, enigmatic addition to that conversation, but one that is destined to resonate beyond the borderlands of the Brexit blues”.
Manchester's Piccadilly Records: “With ‘Merrie Land’, the band taps into a creative symbiosis of past and future, drawing inspiration from their shared glittering musical histories and wrapping the hybrid results in a brilliantly postmodern yet thoroughly British package.”
GQ Magazine: “Because, as with Parklife, when Albarn writes about England something magical happens, even when there's very little magic to be found.”
6. dated some one twice: I haven’t even dated someone once lmao
7. Kisses someone and regretted it: I’ve never kissed anyone.
8. Been cheated on: Nope.
9. Lost someone special: Unfortunately.
10. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nope.
faves color?
11. Oxblood
12. Rose gold
13. Black
in the last year have you?
14. Made new friends : Yes! Met all my thirsty hoes ❤️❤️
15. Fallen out love: Nope
16. Laughed until you cry: Always
17. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes.
18. Met someone who changed you: not really? I’m pretty much what you see is what you get.
19. Found out who your friends are: Absolutely
20. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Again, never kissed anyone.
21. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them.
22. Do you have any pets: 2 pupper doggers
23. Do you want to change your name: Nope.
24. What did you do for your last birthday: I turned 21 in July and I went to dinner with my family and watched AMATW. Afterwards we came to my house for drinks.
25. What time did you wake up today: 12:45pm.
26. What were you doing last night at midnight: Scrolling though Sephora.
27. What is something you can’t wait for: My career bc school sucks ass.
28. What are you listening to right now: 3AM by You Me At Six
29. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope.
30. Something that gets in your nerves: When people smack when they eat, hearing obnoxious chewing drives me nuts.
31. Most visited website: Tumblr.
32. Hair color: Naturally, Brown but right now, Copper.
33. Long or short hair: Long.
34. What do you like about yourself: I’m loyal, funny, and I take care of my friends and family.
35. Want any piercings: Just my cartilage in my ear.
36. Blood type: A+
37. Nicknames: Sav, Savy.
38. Relationship status : Single.
39. Zodiac sign: Cancer.
40. Pronouns: She/her.
41. Fave tv shows: OITNB, The Good Place, B99, Bob’s Burgers, Queer Eye, The Bold Type, The Handmaids Tale.
42. Tattoos: I had one but it’s been removed.
43. Right or left handed: Lefty.
44. Ever had surgery: Nope.
45. Piercings: Just my ear lobes.
46. Sports: MMA sometimes???
47. Vacation: Scotland or Hawaii.
48. Trainers: Nike???
49. Eating: Nothing atm.
50. Drinking: Diet Coke.
51. I’m about to watch: Whatever is on TV.
52. Waiting for: School to start.
53. Want: Happiness, a good career I love.
54. Get married: Yes.
55. Career: I’m a student atm.
56. Hugs or kisses: Both is good.
57. Lips or eyes: Eyes.
58. Shorter: Im pretty short but I gravitate to taller guys.
59. Older or younger: Older, my friends shame my daddy kink smh.
60. Nice arms or stomach: Arms.
61. Hookup or relationship: Relationship.
62. Troublemaker or hesitant: I’m a healthy mix of both.
have you ever?
63. Kissed a stranger: Again, I’ve not kissed anyone.
64. Drank liquor: Yes.
65. Lost your glasses: I don’t wear glasses.
66. Turned someone down: Yes.
67. Sex on first date: No.
68. Broken someone’s heart: Not on purpose.
69. Had your heart broken: Yes.
70. Been arrested: Nope.
71. Cried when someone died: Definitely.
72. Fallen for a friend: Yes, a big mistake.
do you believe?
73. Yourself: I do more now that I’m learning.
74. Miracles: Yes.
75. Love at first sight: Yes but it hasn’t happened to me.
76. Kiss on the first date: Maybe on the cheek or something but not the lips.
77. … there’s no question 😂
other?
78. Best friend’s name: Jackie
79. Eye color: Blue.
80. Fave movie: The Green Mile, Gifted.
81. Favorite actor: Sebastian Stan.
82. Favorite food: Pizza,
83. Extrovert or introvert: Introvert until you get to know me then I don’t stfu.
84. Favorite flower: Peonies.
85. Favorite hello kitty character: idek
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Certain aspects of my life require me to Google some pretty unsavory stuff: in a teaching capacity, I have found myself searching for far right extremist groups, trans hate groups, most sexualised video games, racist adverts, peadophile front pages, legal highs, TikTok Rape Day, Only Fans scams, 5G conspiracy theories and perhaps most controversially of all, international day of balloon sculpture.
Recently I worked with a graphic designer on fivrr to create book jackets for my novels. This involved sending him Google images of various elements to work from. Hands down the weirdest thing I have probably ever searched for is, ‘guy impaled on long spike’ (the deuteragonist of my coming of age novella meets his end harpooned by a narwhal statue’s tusk). Believe it or not, Google actually delivered a pretty accurate depiction of how I envisaged this picture. When I asked for a simple ‘school kid tie round head’, well, apparently this is like the most obscure idea ever. What I got was lots and lots of school children wearing ties. In the intended way: neatly around their necks. I tried ‘school tie head band’ and got every single colour and stripe of headband under the sun: silk ones, lace ones, gingham ones by the dozen, bow-on-top ones, polka dotted ones, tartan ones, velvet ones, Pudsey Bear ones, ones with face masks attached (because, let’s face it, post Covid, you can’t search anything without a face mask getting a cameo appearance). Maybe that had something to do with the fact that in my head, school ties actually need to be tied, when in reality, the modern variant clips on – and therefore cannot be worn around the head to signify a Lord Of The Flies style revolt.
So, I suppose if I disappeared or died in suspicious circumstances tomorrow and my laptop got siezed by detectives (pause while I savour this post-mortem-imaginary attention) they would find these searches pretty eccentric and maybe conclude that I had some ‘issues’ that needed working out.
But it’s thinking about the searches I undertake when actually writing my fiction content that really makes me uneasy. And I know it’s just for the book! Recently I watched a John Irving documentary on YouTube, in which he spoke about visiting prostitutes in Amsterdam as part of the research stage of his novel, ‘A Widow For One Year’ (which, by the way you should totally read). He took his wife along, so you know, it couldn’t have been more respectable. I can only dream of one day having the luxury to conduct actual field trips in the name of fiction (pause while I ponder writing these off as expenses on my tax returns). For us writers struggling in the garret of our two bed end terrace, it’s Google journalism, not Gonzo journalism that informs our prose.
So, today I had taken the dog and my laptop to my parents’ house for the day because I’m having work done on the house; downstairs is basically a building site and the bedroom is packed with boxes of books and DVD’s, so it’s like I’ve barricaded myself into the 1980’s. And yes, I know that retrospectively we all heart the 80’s: in meme form, or an ironic leg warmer, maybe we’ll crimp our hair for that reunion thing. But when you are physically surrounded by obsolete artifacts that are materially all you have to show for three decades work - NOT so bodacious. Totally not bodacious at all. I had to get out of there; to get off the anxiety cycle that goes something like this: I’ll just bin all the DVD’s – but, no, wait, they’ll end up in landfill; I’ll take them to a charity shop – but that’s a lot of cycle rides (how many rucksacks does it take to move an entire film collection?); I’ll flog them online – but that would mean typing in every title (and then deliberating over it); do I know anyone who car boots? Does anyone still car boot? How much would anyone pay for a DVD? And then I look at the sheer amount of them and the space they take up and I contemplate the last time I even watched one, and the likelihood of me ever watching one again. I weigh all this up against the comforting familiarity of them sitting on the shelf. And what else would I fill the shelves with? Is it any less indulgent to hoard hundreds of film titles, just to look at, just to reflect my values, my identity and my cultural capital, than it would be to display a collection of ceramic frogs or superhero figures or framed photos?
Anyway, I digressed. And then I digressed some more. Back to searching. So today, while other members of my family were passing a regular Sunday afternoon eating lunch, drinking wine, watching sport on TV, napping in front of sport on TV, complaining about the weather, I was tackling a ‘difficult chapter’. I knew this episode had to feature somewhere in the tale I have to tell. I’ve known for some time. And today, I could put it off no longer. It was time to get on the adults only train to porno-ville. Full disclosure: yes I have; once; it confirmed to me that I am indeed asexual. No, I’m not answering that.
Today was the first time I had ‘done it in public’. Lots of writers do, don’t they? The Potter series was famously penned in Edinburgh coffee shops (or is that just part of the myth?) Imagine E.L. James knocking out a sex scene in a Tesco café; mind you, erotic fiction writers surely must be the doggers of the trade. These public spaces still offer anonymity though; I was sitting feet away from my Mum and Dad and constructing a narrative thread based on the porn habits of a church congregation. And my parents are born again Christians! Every time Dad approached the dining table where I’d set up my work space, I quickly shut down the last page I visited: ‘first online porn sites’, ‘pervert synonyms’, ‘stages of sex addiction’, ‘proper name for crabs’, chlamydia (that was just for the spelling).
The protagonist of my soon-to-be-published Kindle book, ‘Post Midnight Blues’, writes a ‘poem’ entitled: ‘An Ode To Porn In The Hedgerow’, recalling more innocent days, when a lorry driver might pull over on the hard shoulder for a quick wank and toss his used copy of Razzle into the bushes for teenage lads to find and take back to their hide-outs. I can’t help thinking a writing must have been simpler then too.
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When it comes to bedtime (and morning and afternoon) reading, I’m not sure I’ve enjoyed sharing any author’s work more than Shirley Hughes. Undoubtedly, part of this is due to nostalgia on my part. Her Dogger was probably the book I read more than any other as a child and one of the first books I bought as a parent. The nostalgia here is twofold — for the remembered pleasure of discovering her books, but more so for the seemingly lost world they depict.
It’s a cliched lament for parents to yearn for the apparent simplicity of their own childhood, but I get a real pang looking at the screen-free days, large backyards, intimate neighbours and kerbside games on show in books such as Moving Molly and Alfie Lends A Hand. If Hughes’s time machine has a particular power, that’s largely due to how vivid and real her work seems. Part of that is down to her illustration style. At a glance it might almost be called unpretty, but there is something unusually tactile to her slightly scruffy figures and the furiously detailed backgrounds. Her characters and settings almost feel more familiar than those from my own memories of childhood.
While I often transposed myself into the characters of books I read as a child, I don’t think I ever felt that books were about me in quite the same way as I felt Dogger was about me. That wasn’t entirely because protagonist Dave is a good spit for my four-year-old self. It was because Hughes conjures an emotional life for her child characters that is almost unparalleled in the world of picture books. The dramas here are perfectly sized. There’s terror as Alfie accidentally locks himself in the house with Mum on the street, or grief as he loses his pet stone, or excitement when the roof leaks while he’s at home with a babysitter. Molly comes to terms with an unfamiliar environment. Carlos wishes for a new bike, but finds joy in not getting what he wants. Dave, of course, is heartbroken when he thinks his lost toy dog is gone forever.
I’ve seen both our kids connect with these simple dramas and the complex emotions they elicit. It’s easy to underestimate the trauma wrought on young minds by apparently trivial upsets, but Hughes has an extraordinary empathy for the children she writes and draws so beautifully. Everything is an adventure, everything matters, and everything can be dealt with – by determination, negotiation, patience or resilience.
Dogger
This was a – if not THE – formative book for me (like myself, it has recently celebrated its 40th birthday). I suspect it still informs my worldview in ways I can’t entirely pinpoint. It’s a story about loss that ends up not quite being a story about loss. When collecting his older sister Bella from school, Dave loses his favourite toy and best friend — the eponymous Dogger. Mum and Dad search everywhere, but Dogger is nowhere to be seen. At the school fair on the weekend, Dogger turns up on one of the toy stalls, but Dave doesn’t have enough money to buy him back. He runs to Bella for help, but not before Dogger has been bought by somebody else.
This book is such a rollercoaster of emotions. Indeed, so profound was its effect on my young heart, that I had misremembered it as a tragedy. While the (spoiler) happy ending brings a sense of great relief, the gutpunch moment is the display of sibling love on the part of Bella, who sacrifices a toy of her own to save Dave’s Dogger. This is all the more moving as it follows a bout of resentment on Dave’s behalf towards Bella, as she is having a much better day than he is. There’s such a closely observed honesty to the line: “At that moment he didn’t like Bella much either because she kept on winning things.”
Hughes was apparently inspired to write Dogger out of fear one of her children would lose their most precious toy (Dogger actually existed, but was never lost). It’s a recurring nightmare for this parent too. Child Two has gone through half a dozen foxes (we prepared for this eventuality), whereas Child One was once briefly separated from her Pooh Bear (who has no understudy). When that happened, I oddly found myself more worried about the Bear than the child. We could have persuaded her to accept a substitute, but I’m not sure I could have lived comfortably with the knowledge that the original bear was out there, wondering why his best friend had never come back for him.
Moving Molly
This was a recent, timely discovery. We had to move twice in the space of 12 months, which was a bit traumatic for all of us, not least Child One. This book was a salve for her feelings of dislocation and uncertainty. Molly’s family leave behind a basement flat in the city for a large house in the middle of nowhere. While she likes having her own room, she misses the busyness of the city and her neighbourhood friends. Left to her own devices (a luxury children had in the 1980s), she discovers an overgrown garden next door (hints of The Secret Garden) and conjures up a raft of solitary adventures. It’s a simple tale that acknowledges loneliness and boredom, while assuring the reader they already possess the equipment to overcome. Life doesn’t stand still for long; it’s up to us to make what we can of it. I particularly enjoy the double-page spread (not pictured) in which Molly’s reality is paired with a number of imagined adventures.
Trotter Street
This anthology series follows the exploits of a group of kids from a London street. While Hughes generally seems to focus on white, probably middle class characters (I hasten to add that her illustrations and supporting characters always depict a multicultural Britain), here she broadens her scope somewhat. Characters such as Carlos – who lives in a council house with his brother and single, working mother – are from more diverse backgrounds.
Actually, it’s worth noting that all her books depict a reasonable array of different sorts of families. While the mother is usually the primary caregiver, I never had a sense of her worlds being afflicted by rigid gender roles. I’ve only tracked down four books in this series, but suspect the original intent was to explore the sort of characters and situations that often exist at the periphery of her stories. As it is, these are great tales, possibly aimed at a slightly older audience than Dogger and Alfie, but nonetheless devoured by our (then) three-year-old. She was particularly inspired by Angel Mae, who enjoys her stage debut in the school nativity play as the “Angel Gave-You.”
Alfie
These are such a rich collection of stories. It’s a treat to be able to see Alfie grow and his relationships with friends (notably bad boy Bernard) develop. Likewise, sister Annie Rose goes from being a bit part baby to an involved and troublesome toddler. It’s probably Hughes’s most elaborate world, with the neighbours portrayed as vividly as Alfie and co (one of the stories deals rather beautifully with the death of a neighbour’s much loved moggy).
What I think I like most about these tales is the focus on relationships — friends, siblings, parents, friends of parents, neighbours. In Alfie Lends A Hand, Alfie has to negotiate his own unease at going to a party without Mum, while balancing the conflicting needs of two of his friends. In helping others, he learns something of his own strength. I never tire of reading these stories, although I’m grateful for the audiobook collection (read delightfully by Roger Allam, with music and sound effects) as the children’s enthusiasm for them exceeds even my own.
Age and stage: 2+
Gender stuff: Pretty great, really. While you could argue that most of the protagonists are male, there are some really well-crafted and atypical female characters throughout her work. Take Bella, for example. Athletic and pragmatic, where Dave is dreamy and sensitive. Likewise, male characters like Alfie resist the usual rough-and-tumble stereotype. Both Alfie and Dave are pictured crying without this being a reflection on the state of their masculinity.
Drama: realist, very child-centred, usually resolved without trauma.
Outdated bits: I’m really reluctant to pick out the old-fashioned bits, because many of those are my favourite bits. You could argue that the Britain pictured looks a bit monocultural by 21st century standards, but Hughes does a much better job at representation than almost any other picture book writer of her time.
Jeanette Winterson on the wild beauty of Britain's lighthouses
Most days I listen to the Shipping Forecast. It’s a poem disguised as a weather report – so much so that Carol Ann Duffy fixed it into her poem, “Prayer”:
Finisterre means “the end of the earth”. Most of us remember the awful moment in 2002 when the Met Office changed the name to FitzRoy because the Spanish use Finisterre to describe a different body of water.
When I was staying on Lundy Island in the Bristol Channel a couple of years ago I listened to the Shipping Forecast four times a day. It was winter and I was living in a lighthouse keeper’s cottage, unable to leave the island in Gale Force 7. I have never tried to live in such weather before or since. The racket of rain. The swell of the wind. Rattle of glass. Groan of timber. Fire smoking from down-draught. Nothing dry. The romance of lighthouse keeping – the fantasy of being alone with a good book and your own thoughts – is in practice a permanent engagement with nature at her most fierce and fearsome. Above all, around all, everywhere, is the noise – the constant noise of the sea. Lighthouse keeping is not a quiet life.
Lighthouse keepers stationed offshore could not go out in storms – they would be swept away. Often the waves engulfed the entire tower. In Sentinels of the Sea, a new book tracing the history of lighthouses, there are wonderful accounts of men (and women, in America, where the widow often took over her husband’s job), imprisoned by storms in their Rapunzel-like fortress without relief or rescue, sometimes for weeks.
Now that nearly all lighthouses are automated, the keepers and their stories are gone. There will be no more tales of two-ton blocks of granite picked up like pebbles and hurled back into the sea; no more like the lighthouse keeper’s daughter Grace Darling, bravely rowing from Northumberland’s Longstone lighthouse in 1838 to rescue wrecked passengers clinging to the rocks.
Perhaps the strangest feature of those tall, offshore lighthouses is illustrated in the beautiful sectional diagrams in the new book. Outside, the column rears up, vertical – but to be inside is to live in the round. Each floor is circular; even the beds are curved. The drawings here look more like mandalas than engineering notes. These solitary towers staring out to sea are more than their function; they stand as landmarks of human endurance, endeavour and ingenuity.
The Woman in the Dunes, Kobo Abe
Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe
The Jolly Postman or Other Peoples Letters, Janet & Allan Ahlberg
The Wolves Of Willoughby Chase, Joan Aiken
The Wanderer, Alain-Fournier
Commedia, Dante Alighieri
Skellig, David Almond
The President, Miguel Angel Asturias
Alcools, Guillaume Apollinaire
It's Not About The Bike - My Journey Back to Life, Lance Armstrong
Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
Go Tell It on the Mountain, James Baldwin
The Ghost Road, Pat Barker
Carrie's War, Nina Bawden
Molloy; Malone Dies; The Unnamable, Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
The Adventures of Augie March, Saul Bellow
G, John Berger
Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
Mister Magnolia, Quentin Blake
Forever, Judy Blume
The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
Five On A Treasure Island, Enid Blyton
The Enchanted Wood, Enid Blyton
A Bear Called Paddington, Michael Bond
Ficciones, Jorge Luis Borges
The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas, John Boyne
The Snowman, Raymond Briggs
Flat Stanley, Jeff Brown
Gorilla, Anthony Browne
The Good Earth, Pearl S. Buck
The Pilgrim's Progress, John Bunyan
A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
Junk, Melvin Burgess
Would You Rather?, John Burningham
The Soft Machine, William S. Burroughs
The Way of All Flesh, Samuel Butler
Possession, A.S. Byatt
The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler, Italo Calvino
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
The Stranger, Albert Camus
Oscar and Lucinda, Peter Carey
Nights at the Circus, Angela Carter
Looking For JJ, Anne Cassidy
Journey to the End of the Night, Louis-Ferdinand Céline
Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China, Jung Chang
Papillon, Henri Charriere
The Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer
"Clarice Bean, That's Me", Lauren Child
I Will Not Ever Never Eat a Tomato, Lauren Child
Les Liaisons Dangereuses, Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee
Waiting for the Barbarians, J.M Coetzee
Princess Smartypants, Babette Cole
Nostromo, Joseph Conrad
The Public Burning, Robert Coover
Millions, Frank Cottrell Boyce
The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
That Rabbit Belongs To Emily Brown, Cressida Cowell
House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
The Black Sheep, Honoré de Balzac
Old Man Goriot, Honoré de Balzac
The Second Sex, Simone de Beavoir
The Story of Babar, Jean De Brunhoff
The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
White Noise, Don DeLillo
Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion
Sybil, Benjamin Disraeli
Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy, Lynley Dodd
The 42nd Parallel, John Dos Passos
The Brothers Karamzov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
An American Tragedy, Theodore Drieser
The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
My Naughty Little Sister, Dorothy Edwards
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
The Siege of Krishnapur, J.G Farrell
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
"Absalom, Absalom!", William Faulkner
Light in August, William Faulkner
Take it or Leave It, Raymond Federman
Magician, Raymond E. Feist
Flour Babies, Anne Fine
Madam Bovary, Gustav Flaubert
A Passage to India, E. M. Forster
The Diary of a Young Girl, Anne Frank
Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
That Awful Mess on the Via Merulala, Carlo Emilio Gadda
JR, William Gaddis
The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman
One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez
Maggot Moon, Sally Gardner
The Owl Service, Alan Garner
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country & Other Stories, William H. Gass
Coram Boy, Jamila Gavin
Once, Morris Gleitzman
The Conservationist, Nadine Gordimer
Asterix The Gaul, Rene Goscinny
The Tin Drum, Günter Grass
Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
Little Mouse's Big Book of Fears, Emily Gravett
Lanark, Alasdair Gray
The Quiet American, Graham Greene
Life and Fate, Vasily Grossman
The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time, Mark Haddon
Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert A. Heinlein
The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway
The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
The Blue Lotus, Hergé
The Adventures Of Tintin, Hergé
The Glass Bead Game, Herman Hesse
Where's Spot?, Eric Hill
The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Odyssey, Homer
High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
Dogger, Shirley Hughes
Journey To The River Sea, Eva Ibbotson
Little House In The Big Woods, Laura Ingalls Wilder
A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
Goodbye to Berlin, Christopher Isherwood
The Portrait of a Lady, Henry James
The Ambassadors, Henry James
Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson
Lost and Found, Oliver Jeffers
The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
The Tiger Who Came To Tea, Judith Kerr
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
In Praise of Hatred, Khaled Khalifa
Gate of the Sun, Elias Khoury
It, Stephen King
The Queen's Nose, Dick King-Smith
The Sheep-Pig, Dick King-Smith
Diary Of A Wimpy Kid, Jeff Kinney
Kim, Rudyard Kipling
I Want My Hat Back, Jon Klassen
Darkness at Noon, Arthur Koestler
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
The Milly-Molly-Mandy Storybook, Joyce Lankerster Brisley
Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence
Seven Pillars of Wisdom, T.E Lawrence
A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle
The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing
Tristes Tropiques, Claude Lévi-Strauss
Pippi Longstocking, Astrid Lindgren
The Call of the Wild, Jack London
Nightmare Abbey, Thomas Love Peacock
Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry
The Good Soldier, Ford Madox Ford
The Cairo Trilogy, Naguib Mahfouz
The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer
Man's Fate, Andre Malraux
The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann
Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel
The Road, Cormac McCarthy
The Kite Rider, Geraldine McCaughrean
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers
"Not Now, Bernard", David McKee
Tent Boxing: An Australian Journey, Wayne McLennan
No One Sleeps in Alexandria, Ibrahim Abdel Meguid
A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
Private Peaceful, Michael Morpurgo
Beloved, Toni Morrison
Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami
Under the Net, Iris Murdoch
The Worst Witch, Jill Murphy
Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov
A Bend in the River, V.S Naipaul
Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
A Monster Calls, Patrick Ness
The Knife Of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness
The Borrowers, Mary Norton
Master And Commander, Patrick O'Brian
The Silent Cry, Kenzaburo Oe
My Name is Red, Orhan Pamuk
Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
The Truth, Terry Pratchett
Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
Truckers, Terry Pratchett
Life: An Exploded Diagram, Mal Prett
Paroles, Jacques Prévert
The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
In Search of Lost Time, Marcel Proust
The Ruby In The Smoke, Philip Pullman
Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
Live and Remember, Valentin Rasputin
Witch Child, Celia Rees
Mortal Engines, Philip Reeve
Clarissa: Or the History of a Young Lady, Samuel Richardson
How I Live Now, Meg Rosoff
I Want My Potty!, Tony Ross
Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth
The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie
Holes, Louis Sachar
Blindness, Jose Saramango
Being and Nothingness, Jean-Paul Sartre
Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre
Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald
Revolver, Marcus Sedgwick
Where The Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak
The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
Katherine, Anya Seton
Come over to My House, Dr Seuss
Daisy-Head Mayzie, Dr Seuss
Great Day for Up!, Dr Seuss
Hooray for Diffendoofer Day!, Dr Seuss
Horton and the Kwuggerbug and More Lost Stories, Dr Seuss
Hunches in Bunches, Dr Seuss
I Am NOT Going to Get Up Today!, Dr Seuss
I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today! and Other Stories, Dr Seuss
I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, Dr Seuss
My Book about ME, Dr Seuss
My Many Colored Days, Dr Seuss
"Oh, the Thinks You Can Think!", Dr Seuss
On Beyond Zebra!, Dr Seuss
The Bippolo Seed and Other Lost Stories, Dr Seuss
The Butter Battle Book, Dr Seuss
The Cat's Quizzer, Dr Seuss
The Pocket Book of Boners, Dr Seuss
The Seven Lady Godivas, Dr Seuss
The Shape of Me and Other Stuff, Dr Seuss
What Pet Should I Get?, Dr Seuss
You're Only Old Once!, Dr Seuss
Dr Seuss's Book of Bedtime Stories, Dr Seuss
Special shapes: A flip-the-flap book, Dr Seuss
Dizzy days: A flip-the-flap book, Dr Seuss
The Tale of Genji, Murasaki Shikibu
A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
"The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956: An Experiment in Literary Investigation", Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Memento Mori, Muriel Spark
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark
Heidi, Johanna Spyri
The Making of Americans, Gertrude Stein
The Charterhouse of Parma, Stendhal
"The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman", Laurence Sterne
Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucia, Chris Stewart
Goosebumps, R.L. Stine
Ballet Shoes, Noel Streatfeild
The Home and the World, Rabindranath Tagore
The Arrival, Shaun Tan
The Secret History, Donna Tartt
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
Fathers and Sons, Ivan Turgenev
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain
Froth on the Daydream, Boris Vian
Creation, Gore Vidal
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
Scoop, Evelyn Waugh
The War Of The Worlds, H.G. Wells
The Time Machine, H.G Wells
The Once And Future King, T.H. White
Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
The Code of the Woosters, P.G. Wodehouse
Native Son, Richard Wright
Going Native, Stephen Wright
The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
The Dream of the Red Chamber, Cao Xueqin
Red Sorghum: A Novel of China, Mo Yan
Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates
We, Yevgeny Zamyatin
Germinal, Emile Zola
Amazing Grace, Mary Hoffman & Caroline Binch
Horrid Henry, Francesca Simon & Tony Ross
Meg And Mog, Helen Nicholls & Jan Pienkowski
Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes, Mem Fox & Helen Oxenbury
The Elephant And The Bad Baby, Elfrida Vipont & Raymond Briggs
The True Story Of The Three Little Pigs, Jon Scieszka & Lane Smith