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  • I think I was 10. I was having a party. The weather was good, so my mother was keeping us all outside, so we'd break nothing and get sick on the grass. One of my friends handed me a present. He looked a bit embarrassed. I knew what it was before I opened it. A book... I thanked him and tore off the paper. Great Expectations. I eventually read it. Pip in the graveyard, the escaped convict - more than 40 years later, I'm still reading Dickens

    Roddy Doyle

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