I was at my Book Group this morning, where we discussed The Elegance of the Hedgehog by the French author Muriel Barbery. I have to confess that I ran out of time this last month and only got half way through it. However, the general consensus of opinion was that it was a good read and worth recommending. Our new book is Aldous Huxley’s Island, which I’m hoping I will enjoy. I’ve already learnt two things this morning: Aldous Huxley was British, not American (he was born in Surrey in 1894 (I think) and didn’t go to the US until 1937), and that the novel we’re about to read is called ‘Island’, not ‘The Island’. Other books waiting patiently on my bedside table are the 2 Patrick Leigh Fermor books from last month and The Help by Kathryn Stockett, which is pretty good: Jackson, Mississippi, 1962, the time of Rosa Parks and Dr. Martin Luther King.
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