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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, 17 November 2014

Rosie Harris - just finished reading....

Love changes everything by Rosie Harris (audio)

4/10



Well, it serves me right. Why, oh why do I get this kind of book? Well, as you  know, it's because I listen in the car, and I don't want to crash because there is too much to think about and concentrate on. This book fulfils this requirement.

Poor girl living in Liverpool with poor family in the 1920s. Cruel father.  Ineffective mother, but Trixie loves her dearly anyway. Sister with learning disabilities. Down hill all the way until the last CD.
It starts with cruel dad finding her a job on the production line of the biscuit factory, then  moves on to him selling her into slavery and imprisonment with his nasty drinking buddy (foreman at the biscuit factory). Cut-throat razor, blood, hospital, handsome boy called Andrew, rescue, terrible tram accident, injuries, a death, home circumstances worsen beyond belief.
Take a breather.

Drudgery, cruelty, violence, some good friends, a neglectful boyfriend, another death, worse cruelty, planning an escape, hardship, a very poorly girl, hospital, misunderstandings and a lot of snow and slush.
Take a breather

true love is sorted out. Happy ever after for all those who deserve it, except ineffective mother, who is dead and sorely missed.

Of course, I mock, but I still like these books for the car. I can travel 22 miles and not know how I got from A to B because I am so caught up with the Trixies and the Sallys and the Mollys and the Susies.


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