I really love to read autobiographies and today I'm sharing two of my favourites, two books that took me to different countries.
One of my favourite books from high school was all about a boy whose mother packed up the family and shipped them all to live on the Greek island of Corfu. I felt the warmth of the sun and the waves lapping at my feet as I drifted through the pages. I laughed so hard at some of the outrageous things that the family got up to and was hardly surprised at how stressed the mother got. I also loved how she reminded me of my own mum who just lets things wash over her knowing it will all turn out well in the end. I have watched two TV adaptations of this book but reading the book was much more fun than watching either of them.
This got me thinking (the sort of word association thoughts) about another book I read as a child that was amazing and so much better than the film it was made in to: