“We emphatically do not want to find that we have reached such a state of dearth in our society that we must provide food banks for the imagination as well as, as we so regrettably have to do today, for the physical body.”

Salley Vickers

It took thunder and lightning to stop me reaching the end of this book in my favourite Sunday afternoon reading place. I’d only been sitting on the park wall for a few minutes but had already become so engrossed in the last stages of the story that I’d failed to notice the approaching storm until the first flash of lightning interrupted my day.

On the wall, between Lark Lane and Lodge Lane, it had gone suddenly dark.

Which is just the sort of thing that might have but doesn’t happen in this wonderful book by Salley Vickers. A book I wasn’t sure about at first. It being a new book that looks and feels old fashioned, and reads like a children’s book though it isn’t, quite. Even if most of its main characters are children and its principal setting is a Children’s Library, mostly in the 1950s. I’d also never heard of Salley Vickers, probably my fault, but have to confess to checking online when I got the book home to see if she might be a nom-de-plume off on a literary sideline. Which as far as I know she isn’t.

But anyway I’m not going to tell you any of the story she tells other than to tell you how fascinated I was by the time I set out today to read the final forty pages. It’s been my Book of the Weekend, a welcome and fictional break I often take from all the academic reading I’m now doing, and I recommend it unreservedly, despite all my reservations. My copy will be back in Oxfam on Smithdown Road soon and so could soon be on its way home with you.

And your name could be here.
Just some of the books that have influenced this one.

Here at home it’s Sunday evening now and, blog post written and ready to post, I’m off to read the rest of those interrupted final forty pages.

After an adventurous day of walking in sunshine…
Gardening through showers…

And reading until the thunder stopped me.

More reading about books here at ‘A Book in Your Bag.’

Published by Ronnie Hughes

Writing about life, Liverpool and anything else that interests me. As well as working with others to make the world a fairer and kinder place: http://asenseofplace.com.

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2 Comments

    1. It’s been a great book to have a rest in, if that makes sense. From the care taken with how it looks and feels through to it’s clear debts to classic children’s literature I felt I could rely on it for a restful weekend in someone else’s story. And now on Sunday evening I feel rested and ready to start thinking again.
      So I hope it will work as well for you x

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