Under the Duvet/On my Armchair

It's shameful, I know. I'm well-educated with an international Classics degree, for goodness' sake! And I know I shouldn't, but I do. Yes, I am guilty of that most perverse pleasure: reading chick-lit. Godddd, I love it. I gobble up 'Shopaholic' books and Bridget Jones' diaries faster than you can say Tolstoy. Or Austen. Or … Continue reading Under the Duvet/On my Armchair