Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness

Mildly odd: Adam Dalgliesh I LIKE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND A MURDER SCENE. Dalgliesh doesn't have my heart like Hercule Poirot does, but he cuts a much more dashing figure in forensic overalls. He's tall. He's private. He writes tortured poetry. He drives a Jag. He is so clever it hurts and … Continue reading Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness

The genie in the sandpit: why I want my kids to read

‘What a gift to give, this chance to discover that you can love a book and the characters in it, you can become their friend and share their adventures in your own imagination. That open democratic space full of thrills, full of excitement and fear, full of astonishment, where your own emotions and ideas are … Continue reading The genie in the sandpit: why I want my kids to read