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Bosom Friends: Angela Brazil, Nelson

Looking over the book for a publishing date, I see it’s subtitled ‘A Seaside Story.’ As I read it, I assumed that this must be one of Brazil’s earlier books, Read more... )
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Nesta’s New School: Angela Brazil. Blackie, inscribed 1926.

You have to struggle through the first chapter, as it’s important to the plot. It also proves that writing about girls is Brazil’s metier, while writing a believable conversation between adults about serious matters is not. After that, you will meet Nesta Meredith. Read more... )
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A Fortunate Term: Angela Brazil, Blackie

I hadn’t read a new Angela Brazil this year, so I had to get this one in! Set in the 1920s, I think, when cars needed help to start and war memorials had been built, it’s the story of two sisters. Read more... )
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The Jolliest Term on Record: Angela Brazil, Blackie

I’ll begin, inevitably, by listing some of the names that appear in this book: Read more... )
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For the School Colours: Angela Brazil. Blackie & Son.

I wish I could say this was a blossomy book, borrowing the top-hole slang that its characters use, but I can’t. Well, it isn’t too bad and it doesn’t feature that dreaded chapter of made-up stories that usually dog Brazil’s books. However, I did mentally say ‘Oh, Angela’ in a ‘what are we to do with you way’ quite a lot. It is set during World War One and features a great deal of propaganda that is glaringly cartoonish and yet sincere from a century’s distance. It’s also not quite the book it seems to be in the first chapter, and perhaps I would have preferred it if it was – I’ll explain.

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The Head Girl at the Gables: Angela Brazil Blackie (the inscription on my copy suggests that this was published in 1931 or earlier)

The story begins with the headmistress of the Gables and her lieutenant considering who to appoint to the titular post of head girl of the school. Read more... )
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The School at the Turrets: Angela Brazil
Blackie (Reprint from the 1954 or earlier)


This is familiar territory and would be even if this wasn’t a reread – this hardback copy was an upgrade from an Armada paperback for me. Read more... )
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Although Scotland is in the British news big time, this isn't a timely post! I reread this book over the Christmas holidays and had hoped to post this review sooner.

The School on the Loch: Angela Brazil. Blackie (from the inscription, published in 1961 or earlier)

'First days at a new school are always a toss-up. You’ll setle down among them before long. Cheer up!' (p43) )
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On Saturday, having watched the women's French Open final, I wrote up my thoughts about said Championship. I even saved it, on a thingummy that I left at relatives'. Well done, self. Those reactions have now assumed the stature of all my distilled wisdom about tennis, when they were nothing of the kind. I've caught very little of Queen's, it must be said.

Jill's Jolliest School: Angela Brazil

It didn't occur to me at the time, although there was a definite sense of familiarity, as you get with Brazil's copious output, but there's some similarity in set up with The New School at Scawdale Read more... )
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I have been feeling a bit abashed recently. I only think of myself as a book collector on sporadic occasions, such as when I see the fruits of my collecting in piles, or on shelves, or in piles by shelves. It would be more correct to call me a reader, I collect books for the stories they contain. I was made more aware of this in London the other day when I tramped into really, really posh book shops with books I didn't dare even touch on their shelves, the first edition dust jackets protected by reverent plastic. I have no idea what the asking prices were, but I knew I couldn't afford them, as I have plans to travel, eat and drink over the summer. And I remain haunted by a couple of prices from my Hay trip last year.

But I suppose now is the time to make the admission that I write my name inside books. I'm also more likely to eat when reading a hardback than a paperback, because it's easier, which means that a book from 1913 is more likely to get stained or dirtied than a paperback that isn't even in double digits. I've moved on from the phase I had where I had to underline the name of every proper Chalet School girl who appeared in the series (don't have a heart attack, we are talking about the Armada paperbacks, which I suppose I should replace for the proper versions someday).

I like reading the names, dates and occasional messages when the book was a gift on the flyleaf. I love the random bookmarks you can find in books too. They all give me the sense of the history of 'my book', and a feeling that the book was loved before being handed on to me. That sort of attitude probably wouldn't do at those shops.

And then, last weekend I read 'You're A Brick, Angela', because it was about time. It's a very informative book, and one has to remember that it was an overview of a much neglected field. so it covers a lot of ground. But I did feel rather contrary regarding some of its assumptions, and wished the authors had gone into further depth into the power of series and a strong contingent of readers wanting more of the same, although I suppose it's unfair to expect everyone to share that particular preoccupation, but I do think it would have been fruitful to raise that aspect when comparing with writers of several non-serial books and books that didn't get a sequel and their popularity and influence.

Anyway, why did this book make me feel abashed? Because apparently I'm no critical reader. (In fairness, I kept reminding myself that I'd been introduced to Blyton very young and Pamela Brown, Lorna Hill and Elinor M. Brent-Dyer when I was at the latter end of primary school. So there. I was also critical reader enough to prefer the Famous Five to the Secret Seven.) And now, as an adult, when I should know better? I like the escapism of light reading and the certainties of genre, the nostalgia for my childhood and the one that never existed in these books.

Having said that, I found I did have a critical reader, actually when I read Angela Brazil's The New School at Scawdale Read more... )

Whether I am a critical reader or not, it's true to say that last weekend I went away with three books, which I read, and returned with another shopping-bags full.
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I ended my stint at the charity shop on Tuesday. Once again, it was pretty busy, but not that many books were sold. I got a look at the selection on offer and there were very few children's books, mostly picture books, so there's no wonder I didn't sell many of them. IIRC, I sold a saga romance, a chick lit book and a humorous book. I didn't buy any books for myself, but I did buy a classical music CD and it's on as I type this :) The experience was cool, I did feel as if I genuinely helped out, and even that much experience of being on the other side and seeing how dependent the shops are on donations among other day-to-day pressures was an eye-opener. The vast majority of customers was retired, but you got all sorts coming in. A lot of the men did what I do in such shops and make a beeline for the bookshelves.

Anyway, the review:

For the Sake of the School: Angela Brazil, Blackie.

It's about time I came to write a review of a book by (possibly) the queen of girls' school stories. It is, after all, Brazil who is most likely to get mentioned first in discussions about boarding school stories, and that's an achievement for she didn't write series like Brent-Dyer, Oxenham and Fairlie Bruce. That is not to say that a reader doesn't know exactly what they're going to get when they pick up a book of hers :) Still, respect is due - and what did I do? I dropped my copy in seawater. Um...whoops, sorry! It's okay though, it only got a little wet.

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