“I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through,”
"frowning women, their black scratched handbags crammed with half-digested grievances, pushed through the vegetable stalls to the steps of the rates office"
Sunday, 28 May 2017
Keith Waterhouse - Billy Liar
A little bit dated, and you forget that the protagonist is only in his teens. Gets caught up in the little lies that he conjures up.
“I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through,”
"frowning women, their black scratched handbags crammed with half-digested grievances, pushed through the vegetable stalls to the steps of the rates office"
“I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through,”
"frowning women, their black scratched handbags crammed with half-digested grievances, pushed through the vegetable stalls to the steps of the rates office"
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