Art Sex MusicFaber & Faber, 4. apr. 2017 - 384 síður A SUNDAY TIMES, TELEGRAPH, ROUGH TRADE, PITCHFORK AND UNCUT MUSIC BOOK OF THE YEAR |
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... wasn't impressed, and kind of missed (and preferred) the soldiers. So there I was, Christine, not Christopher, but Dad always called me by my second name, Carol, or my nicknames Tuppence or Sputnik. If I was in trouble, or to show his ...
... wasn't a gesture of affection, but I convinced myself that he loved me nevertheless because he held me safe in his arms, and because he bought me a bar of chocolate. Not totally appropriate when I had a mouth full of bleeding gums and ...
... wasn't warm once you stepped out of the living room. Our new house had three bedrooms and a bathroom, living room, dining room, kitchen and hallway. Unlike the old Victorian houses that sensibly had fireplaces in each room, the only ...
... wasn't that interested in entering the grown-up world sooner than I needed to. I had another option. As a smallish, skinny, underdeveloped twelve- year-old, I could just about get away with being a tomboy 'child'. I'd be an adult for ...
... wasn't a total deterrent to me. Adge was very good-looking, in a long-haired-hippy kind of way, with a warm smile and engaging eyes. But his look didn't match up to a peace-loving hippy ethos. He and the other guys answered to renowned ...