~Unreliable Memoirs~ Memory is a notoriously fickle and unreliable thing - especially our memories of childhood. If pressed, I'm sure I would swear blind that my childhood summers were full of sunshine, of going out on my bike with my sister to catch tiddlers in the stream and having fabulous seaside holidays. I would claim that strawberries 'really' tasted of strawberries and that the school holidays flew by in a flurry of healthy activity. It's not true of course - it rained a lot, we sat around watching the telly, the bike rides surely didn't happen as often as I remember and the seaside holidays were more often spent in a caravan playing whist and rummy ...  Read the complete review