I lost the novel 'Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha' by Roddy Doyle, on the train into Bham on Tuesday. Just as I was getting in to it.
My only hope is that it becomes a 'Found Book' and is not just binned.
I began 'A Weekend at Blenheim' by J.P Morrissey, but it was so dire, that, by the start of chapt 2, I began flicking through, reading random paragraphs, to see if anything sparked my interest. No joy, so I turned to the end and read the last few pages. It turned out to be even more dire than I suspected. Why in God's name had I bought it? Oh well, it was only £1 or so from a charity shop, but even so!
I hate to abandon a book but life is just too short.
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