Poetry is a funny thing. It's kind of forced on us in school, and becomes something we love or hate, something that bores us to tears or moves us deeply. It's also something that, well, a lot of modern hipsters like to think they're poets, right? Poems are a lot like man-buns, lumberbeards, Mac laptops …
Ever since I was a little girl I've loved when the post came in. Back home, I used to run to the gate when the postman or postwoman came past with her red bag. I was a lucky kid because my Dad, who lived about 12 hours away, would pretty regularly send my brother and …
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I grew up on the books of Charles Dickens. I cried when Dora Spenlow died, and was shocked by Miss Havisham in her crumbling wedding dress and her ward Estella. Dickens created such memorable characters and his plots have always kept me on the edge of my seat or glued to the fireside. I guess …
Continue reading 48 Doughty Street, the house where Charles Dickens wrote Oliver Twist.
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