Mystery Books

I asked Mr E if he would come and see the new Jane Eyre film with me. What’s that then? Jane Eyre… Charlotte Bronte? His blank look confirmed he had not met either lady. The Bronte sisters, you must have heard of them?! Noo… I know my interest in books is much greater than my friend’s, but I watch less rugby than him and I still know who Dan Carter is. The mad woman in the attic? Glazed expression. Ok, Thomas Hardy, Charles Dickens… Recognize them? Riiggghhtt. So I try to touch upon something he would recognise, try putting a few literary lines out, to knock in to something he knew, but I could not convert his interests, not even by half.