Before I knew what I was, I lived with my brothers in a grand old house in the heart of the New Forest. It had blue velvet curtains full of dust, and fire surrounds painted like marble to fool the …| This Reading Life
For Cathy’s Reading Ireland month I determined to read a few more of the short stories from Edna O’Brien’s Mrs Reinhardt and other stories (1978) as it also happens to intersect n…| This Reading Life