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Mostly you will find, here, transcribed entries from the secret diary that I used to keep as a teenager between 1970 and 1975. I try to be honest with my transcriptions, but, just occasionally I do edit, to protect myself or others from embarrassment or some other emotion.
Also, though, I like to do a brief review of the books I have been reading, so these are interspersed throughout. I reserve the right to write blog entries, also, about other random things.
Why do I keep this blog? I don't know. I am an academic and one of my research interests is around how people construct their own identities. The diary transcriptions, and what I write about my books, are very much about revealing something of my identity.

Monday, 23 December 2013

Pamela Evans - just finished reading

Star Quality by Pamela Evans (audio book)

3/10


Oh, c'mon! Jackie - why did you listen to this  book right to the very end?! I'm sorry - this is the kind of easy listening I tend to do in the car, but, oh, what is there to be gained in reading a book like this? Except it made me laugh sometimes.
Tess and Max have a long term love for each other thwarted by his music career, the war, her husband, his wife, her daughter, her conscience and pathetic-ness (possibly no such word). But it's all alright in the end.
The bits that made me laugh out loud were the author's need to describe soft furnishings, in great detail, in the middle of high drama. For example (I'm making this up, it is an illustration):-

'She entered the apartment, knowing that this was the moment when she would have to confront him about his relationship with her 20 year old beautiful but wilful daughter, Judy. She looked around, admiring the contemporary furnishings, the sage green sofa and wide-armed expensive armchairs, all with modern, spindly legs. They toned in well with the rust-coloured carpet which provided a perfect setting for cosy open fire. She threw her gloves onto the tasteful, low, formica topped coffee table and glared at him.

"you rat!" she said
"it's you! Why are you here?" he said
"I want to know what your intentions are, towards my innocent daughter." she said.
"I thought you loved me!" she said as she felt his mellow brown eyes melting her heart and weakening her knees. Again.


Do you know? I've really enjoyed writing that. Maybe I should take up writing novels?

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