When I was eight or so I casually told my family, as children do, that I had decided how I would like to spend my life - writing books. Though the whole family was present for this announcement the only response I can remember, and I remember it word for word, was my grandad’s. He said “That’s not for the likes of us, la,” as frank and clear as that, an…
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