I feel sad when people can’t identify as either male or female. I was a tomboy but was never confused about my pronouns. I know that some have real difficulty with the gender assignment they were given at birth and that it has been possible to resolve this but I feel that it has now become a ‘thing ‘ even amongst primary school children. A little boy at my granddaughter’s birthday party asked me to call him by the girls’ name he had chosen as he hadn’t decided on his gender . He was 9 and I felt that he had heard and seen too much of things that shouldn’t have been of concern to him. ( He’s back to being he/him now).
Looking for another heartbreakingly beautiful novel
National treasures. Who would you choose?

especially as I am 5ft 1 gggrrrr
