![]() On the whole though, my father tends to read fact-based books, whereas I’m a fan of fiction. Having inherited my love of France from my father, I was keen for him to read one of my favourite authors, Joann Harris, most of whose novels are set in France, and he seemed to enjoy most of her books. Over the years we have, on occasion, exchanged books. At the time I was devouring Nancy Drews, Baby Sitter Club books and Judy Blume like they were going out of fashion, and I think my father wanted me to try some slightly more intellectual reads certainly ones whose focus wasn’t around shopping malls and boys. One of my earliest book-related memories was being proffered a copy of I Am David by my father, who was less than keen on my choice of reading. ![]() For many years now it has been clear that when it comes to books, my father and I don’t always see eye to eye. ![]()
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