“Spring came late. For the children, shut in the dark, cold parsonage, adjusting to Aunt and getting over the death that brought her, the winter had seemed endless. But now the rough moor was flecked with racing cloud shadows; the… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“Even to be impaled by a happy fate makes you jerk against the knowledge of inevitability, of final commitment.” — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“When I was your age I met a man older than myself, quite a bit older. I fell in love with him. Really in… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
I remember the mid-'50s well. It was when my life changed, and I left acting to become one of the first female television news… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“cupboard. The strange little key, which had been his great-grandmother’s,” — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“Among the innumerable books on Addy’s shelves was one by Ernest Hemingway in which I found these words: ‘What is moral is what you… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
The '50s in general are written off as a boring decade following the turmoil of the Second World War and its immediate aftermath -… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing... — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
Most men, if you just tell them what to do in a businesslike fashion, will follow directions without thinking about it. One proceeds on… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“It seems to me those are just the ones who have to do without, because, in the final analysis, they can. And men basically… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“Oh she's alright it's just that - I don't want to get mixed up with anyone in the house. I don't want to get… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
“I know what is wrong. You havn't decided what you want.' She'd underlined this many times. 'Terribly important to draw up a balance sheet… — Lynne Reid Banks Copy Share Image
