Tuesday, February 02, 2010

"Of course I punctuate my text messages, I did A-level English," one young man explained with a look of scorn. Evidently an A level in English is a sacred trust, like something out of The Lord of the Rings. You must go forth with your A level and protect the English language with your bow of elfin gold.

Given the chance to meet the author of this book, a rather cheeky woman named Lynne, I might be forced to run away with her forever. That's how much I love this book.