Send us a text I'm delighted to welcome Louise Persaud to Bedside Reading today to talk about a beautiful and very thought-provoking novel. Pearl by Sian Hughes. T "After she left, I wondered, had I been spirited it away or had she? Was I still in the real world or was this some land of bad copy? What if my mother was looking everywhere for me, calling my name? What if I could fall backwards out of this poor faded replica of reality and land in the middle of a bed of spurge? Look up and se...
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Send us a text I'm delighted to welcome Louise Persaud to Bedside Reading today to talk about a beautiful and very thought-provoking novel. Pearl by Sian Hughes. T "After she left, I wondered, had I been spirited it away or had she? Was I still in the real world or was this some land of bad copy? What if my mother was looking everywhere for me, calling my name? What if I could fall backwards out of this poor faded replica of reality and land in the middle of a bed of spurge? Look up and se...
Send us a text Medication, Mental Illness and Murder. What Really Killed the Crespi Twins? sounds like the title of a true crime book or a thriller. I suppose you could call this a true crime. This is an incredibly good book, which has really, really challenged me. I'm delighted to be welcoming Ed Jones, the author to the podcast today. It's quite a hard read in places. It's a story about father who was significantly unwell, who was struggling with side effects from medication and who took...
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Send us a text I'm delighted to welcome Louise Persaud to Bedside Reading today to talk about a beautiful and very thought-provoking novel. Pearl by Sian Hughes. T "After she left, I wondered, had I been spirited it away or had she? Was I still in the real world or was this some land of bad copy? What if my mother was looking everywhere for me, calling my name? What if I could fall backwards out of this poor faded replica of reality and land in the middle of a bed of spurge? Look up and se...
