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  • My family are a very bookish family.
    When both the brother and I moved back into the Sevenoaks home, the majority of our boxes were filled with books.
    We get through them like breathing air.
    Our landing is like a library,
    floor to ceiling with books.
    We are all suckers at Charity shops, hospital waiting rooms, church sales,
    where books can be exchanged for only a few silver coins. We always leave with a purchase.
    And thus our collection is booming.

    It bonds the mother and I.
    We leave books outside each others bedroom door,
    like our own mini book club.
    When I was living in Norwich and mum was planning on visiting me,
    I would post her my latest must read so she could read it on the two hour train journey.
    I've taken her to see Jodi Picoult with me, twice.

    So with the troubles and tension as of late,
    I wanted to offer a olive branch,
    and bought two copies of a book on "Buy One-Get One Half Price" at Tesco's,
    in hope of once again loving and laughing with each other.

    This was all very well intended except that it appears I have been living in a cave the last weeks.
    You see, in England, this certain book has been causing a lot of media coverage,
    which I have been completely oblivous to. Head in the sand.
    It came to light, or (subtle reference to the book) to its climax, when I was watching a re-run of This Morning on my laptop while making jackernuts.
    Holly and Phil were discussing with two journalists whether it is acceptable to sell a pornographic novel or "mummy-porn" as they dubbed it, at supermarkets and family bookstores.
    I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
    I rushed upstairs to get my copy of the book ( I had already given the mother her copy!) to check it's identity. I couldn't have bought my mother a porno book? could I?

    Low and behold, I had.
    In my defence, it doesn't say anywhere on the book about its riskay content,
    and it IS sold happily next to "Gok Cooks Chinese" and The Hobbit,
    and I honestly did think the cover picture was of a fish tail.

    I had to tell the mother. She was unaware of its reputation too.
    If anything it made us laugh more.
    But we don't ever talk about it.
    or about reading it,
    or not reading it.
    Or that I have bought the next two books in the series.
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