Henry Writes a Review
Henry’s brow furrowed more deeply and the swiping action on his tablet became more like those of a man searching for something lost in the bottom of a junk drawer. A sigh of exasperation...
On a somewhat regular basis two good friends, both avid readers, meet up at their favourite cofe to discuss the goings on in their lives and what they’ve been reading.
Henry’s brow furrowed more deeply and the swiping action on his tablet became more like those of a man searching for something lost in the bottom of a junk drawer. A sigh of exasperation...
“I don’t read science fiction”, said Henry. “But you love who-done-it detective stories”, I said, “and this is quite a good one, a series of them in fact.” Henry’s demeanour changed. “Those are different”,...