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April 2017

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10 Years On

Ten years ago, it was my last day working at Blackwell. A Monday. An odd day to have the last day, but when you’re being made redundant to be replaced by a machine… This means it’s also ten years since…

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A traditional tale of childhood adventure

The Fossil Hunters by Betty Salthouse Who didn’t have a fascination for a fossils and dinosaurs as a child? This is a delightfully traditional tale of childhood adventure. Andy and Darren are two boys who dream of making a big…

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We are the same / but I am different

Silent Voices: A Selection of Poems Written by Those Not Always Heard by Jo Allmond (Editor), Joy Thomas (Editor) This is quite simply an outstanding anthology of poetry however you look at it. Every poem had me gripping the page…

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Spring: the beginning of things

Spring: An Anthology for the Changing Seasons by Melissa Harrison (Editor) The calendar year may start in January in the depths of winter but for most, the year begins with Spring. This is the first in Melissa Harrison’s stand-out series…

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Giving Voice to the Silent

On Saturday I took part for the second time, as author and panellist, at the 3rd Hawkesbury Upton Literary Festival. I reprised my role from last year for the talk on Writing About Difference. This is a discussion that, just…

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Had a brilliant time yesterday at the 3rd Annual @HULitFest yesterday. Enjoyed mingling with authors and readers, and reprising the Writing About Difference panel from last year #books #amreading #HULitFest #literaturefestivals #democratisationofreading Top photo copyright @jfpennauthor

Had a brilliant time yesterday at the 3rd Annual @HULitFest yesterday. Enjoyed mingling with authors and readers, and reprising the Writing About Difference panel from last year #books #amreading #HULitFest #literaturefestivals #democratisationofreading Top photo copyright @jfpennauthor

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