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Friday, 15 June 2007


I have found your blog courtesy of a recommendation at the Cornflower blog site. A fellow book lover, I think I will be visiting here often. I haven't read Ernest Bramah since my teens (when the moon was still virginal) but you have inspired me to revisit Kai Lung. Best wishes!

I feel this could be dangerous territory...I have a history of addiction to previously unfamiliar authors (eg Patrick O'Brian, Donna Leon) which starts with me picking up a volume and wondering idly what the fuss is about but which grips me to the point where I crave the next book and have to ration myself...I very much fear that Bramah could be one such...

Would you stick one in your bag the next time you come to stay? I promise to read and return!

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