Times were very hard if you were a poor, politically correct Jewish girl living in the east end of London during the Blitz and you were trying to eke out a living as a hairdresser. — 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 Image
“Lord Malquist and Mr Moon was the literary equivalent of the Wonderbra for intellectually pretentious students of the seventies.” — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“She had been maimed by an illness that was so far out of fashion it might have been a wartime recipe for pink blancmange made from cornflour when everyone these days ate real chocolate mouse and tiramisu. TB was Spam fritters and two-bar electric fires and mangles and string bags and French knitting and a Bakelite phone in a freezing… — Linda Grant Copy Share
“You cannot have a taste for minimalist décor if you seriously read books.” — Linda Grant Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
