My Reading – October 2022

The Quare Fellow by Brendan Behan
A prisoner sings: he is in one of the punishment cells.
A hungry feeling came o’er me stealing,
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell,
And that old triangle,
Went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

A Shape on the Air by Julia Ibbotson
Vivianne is trembling, afraid. She holds her breath. She hates this.

Lessons by Ian McEwan
This was an insomniac memory, not a dream. It was the piano lesson again – an orange tiled floor, one hi...