by Leslie Thomas
Mum killed by a German bomb, sent to a forbidding boarding school, poor as suet and with a body that thrives on attention - what's a poor Devon girl to do but polish up that heart of gold and take to fiduciary friskery? "i knew that one day i could become perhaps a famous writer or a famous whore. It was my spelling let me down." Nell Luscombe, in all fairness, gives the straight and narrow a short shot -...
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