STEPHEN FRY

Tripod? Thats the name of a club in Dublin City.. what a night club aswell..

Soupy Twist recommended The Tripods? I'd never have supsected her of it.

I didn't, mostly because I've never read The Tripods

That´s a big mistake.

Can you recommend some of his other books. What are they like, what genre...?

Now you have baffled me. Followed your link again and it doesn´t get me where I thought it would be

I must have screwed up sth. Too many things doing at the same time that day, too many tabs open ?!?
- What about women and multitasking Seems that this doesn´t work with me

Sorry, just forget it

You didn`t hear of this books?ß
well I`m jiggered .

The Happy Prince is just so darn sad!!! :'(

this reminds me of a book my dad got me when i was little, The Little Prince? has a boy standing on a moon thing on the cover...
that and The Velvatine Rabbit. he bought that for me too... still have them. they are 2 of my most prised books even though Ive been bought alot over the years.

Both these book are so lovely, but I had trouble when I read them to my children, because my throat would choke up, and the tears begin. I did not want to embarrass my children by crying, but it was a hard as trying not to laugh in church! The same for the last Winnie the Pooh book, the one where Christopher Robin is going off to school.
I loved reading Beatrix Potter's books to my children. My oldest son would convulse with laughter when he was three as I would read in Mrs. Tittlemouse the part when she offers her uninvited guest, Mr. Toad, a snack of thistle-down seed -' "Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff, puff!" said Mr. Jackson. He blew the thistle-down all over the room.'
But as for 'grown-up' books, whatever Wodehouse book I happen to be reading at any given time is my favorite book - though I like Stephen Fry's writing very much indeed.

I read The House At Pooh Corner 8 years ago, just before Moab Is My Washpot in fact. The last story is so sad.

Yes it is. Especially since the very first time I read it was when I was reading it aloud to my youngest son who was five. His elder brother was away at college and I missed him very much. I barely managed to finish the words aloud, then had to hold in til my son ran out to play! :'(
Most of the books I read to my children aloud was the first reading for me, my own childhood being rather deprived. But see, our time machine works already, because the child in me was stil alive and well, able to enjoy all the stories right along with my children as I read them aloud.
One of our forum posters has a cool signature talking about a prayer being heard, and wondering then where is his million and his pony? I firmly believe that mine are yet to come!