A book about a dog called “Tatterdemalion”, read over and over again. I wish I had a copy now. “The Herries Chronicles”: without much understanding, my mother wanted to know why I asked her the meaning of “clandestine”. “And Quiet flows the Don” again without much understanding but I hated children’s books and ended up teaching literature.
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢



