‘I told our Lucy I'm going to be a writer when I grow up and she said, ‘You should be a good one then. You tell enough lies.'
Psst! We know you shouldn't really read something labelled ‘private' but this book is special. It's written by young girl growing up in a mining town in 1948 who is practising to become a writer when she grows up…possibly. It's hard work being a writer. There's no privacy in a house with six kids and there's no time, especially if you have to go to school and to dancing class (and wear frilly knickers) and Sunday school (and sing about being a sunbeam). You're supposed to write about what you know, which means this book is about annoying sisters with no sense of humour and brothers who think they know everything, and bullies and chicken spots and being run over. Sometimes you can write about good things that happen, like going to the seaside or Christmas Eve, but mostly the stories end with being sent to bed early in disgrace. But when the writer is a tough, spiky and funny as this one, her adventures will always be worth reading.
