When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase. — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
Many of us, whether in the jungles of Asia or on the streets of Chicago, had discovered that noble causes can lead to ignoble… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“Lord Malquist and Mr Moon was the literary equivalent of the Wonderbra for intellectually pretentious students of the seventies.” — Linda Grant Copy Share
I was embarrassed by my parents. I thought they had nothing of interest to say or contribute to anything. My real crime was not… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“I was the girl whose face fell when she saw a wrapped present in the shape of a box, perhaps a jigsaw puzzle. Worst… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“She had been maimed by an illness that was so far out of fashion it might have been a wartime recipe for pink blancmange… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all… — Linda Grant Copy Share
There is probably no finer prose writer alive in Britain now, no-one better at making a sentence, no-one better at descriptive writing, no-one who… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“And your neihjbour is sitting next door weeping as she watches her child facing a crowd of Palestiniankids armed with rocks which could take… — Linda Grant Copy Share
When I was a child, on Sunday mornings the family would assemble around the blue-leather-covered gramophone to listen to records. — Linda Grant Copy Share
I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by… — Linda Grant Copy Share
I'm not shy, not reclusive, not any of those things, but the idea of a day in front of me when I have nothing… — Linda Grant Copy Share
