PG bought me A Stinging Delight: A Memoir by David Storey for my birthday. (A hardback mind you!)
I am "creeping like snail, unwillingly to school" though it. Not because it isn't good, it is great. I am almost unendurably moved. A clause in a sentence can send me off into an introspective reverie.
John Patrick Anthony Browne (born 8 March 1933) and David Malcolm Storey (born 13 July 1933) were contemporaries. Perhaps that has something to do with the resonance.
"I will finish it eventually" is high and sincere praise. Unlikely to appear in the blurb on the back of the paperback though.
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