I was given Pride and Prejudice was I was thirteen by a much loved aunt, and although I found it a bit slow I read it and came to love it.
Before that I had read any Georgette Hayer I could get my hands on, practically every one of my father's Donford Yates' and Agatha Christie's , but gave up on Buchanan and Walsh.
I don't think my parents really made a distinction between adult and teenage books. If they considered a book risky in the sexual sense it wasn't likely to remain on their shelves.
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢




