“Once a week, on the way back home from our seafront drives, she would allow me to stop at the Hove library. I noticed that she had not the slightest interest in looking at the titles of any of the books I chose. When I was sitting with her in her drawing-room reading hectic romantic historical novels, she automatically assumed that what I was reading must be “worthwhile.””
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— Jun 14, 2025 03:22PM
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