#FridayBookShare is a game created by Shelley Wilson to help search for an ideal read.
Anyone can have a go – all you need to do is answer the following questions based on the book you are currently reading/finished reading this week and use the hashtag #FridayBookShare
First line of the book.
Recruit fans by adding the book blurb
Introduce the main character using only three words.
Delightful design (add the cover image of the book).
Audience appeal (who would enjoy reading this book?)
Your favourite line/scene.
The different way in which adults and children look at life, has always fascinated me and I am always horrified that some adults believe the opinions of children are of no importance. Alexander McCall Smith demonstrates this so clearly in the relationship between Bertie and his mother in his Scotland Street books, especially The Importance of Being Seven
First Line: If there was one thing about marriage that surprised Matthew, it was just how quickly he became accustomed to it.
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Despite inhabiting a great city renowned for its impeccable restraint, the extended family of 44 Scotland Street is trembling on the brink of reckless self-indulgence. Matthew and Elspeth receive startling – and expensive – news on a visit to the Infirmary, Angus and Domenica are contemplating an Italian ménage a trois, and even Big Lou is overheard discussing cosmetic surgery. But when Bertie Pollock – six years old and impatient to be seven – mislays his meddling mother Irene one afternoon, a valuable lesson is learned: that wish-fulfilment is a dangerous business.
Warm-hearted, wise and very funny, The Importance of Being Seven brings us a fresh and delightful set of insights into philosophy and fraternity among Edinburgh’s most loveable residents.
Introduce the main character – Bertie is highly intelligent, very polite and longs to escape from his mother.
Audience appeal: Anyone with a sense of humour and a philosophical attitude to life.
Your Favourite Scene
Bertie would have liked to play games, but it seemed there was little time for such things, what with yoga sessions, his psychotherapy with Dr St Clair, Italian conversazione with his mother and his saxophone lessons. He had asked his mother whether he could give up some of these but she had been unwilling.
“But you love all these things that Mummy plans for you, Bertie!” she replied. “All of them. You have such fun, and you’ll thank me, when you are a big boy for helping you to do all these things.”
Bertie did not think that he would, but he knew that there was no point in arguing. His mother was so sure of everything. He had suggested that he might give up his weekly psychotherapy session with Dr St Clair.
“Dr St Clair is helping you a lot you know. He’s helping to make sure that you make the right decisions. He’s helping you to understand things – to grow up without neuroses. You’re a lucky little boy to have this opportunity. There are quite a few young people who could do with his help.”
“Such as?” asked Bertie.
“Well, Tofu, for one. There’s a young man who needs a lot of help to curb his aggressive urges.”
Bertie had to agree but he did not think that Dr St Clair would be a match for Tofu. Tofu would never agree to go to yoga and would resolutely refuse to play the saxophone or to speak Italian. Tofu was a member of Bertie’s cub scout pack as was his arch-enemy, Olive. And that was difficult. Tofu had already spoken to Bertie about that evening’s meeting.
“There’s going to be trouble, Bertie.” he said. “I can feel it coming.” Then he added, “Hah!”
If you want to join in, then answer the F.R.I.D.A.Y questions and use the Friday Book Share meme. Tag Shelley (@ShelleyWilson72) in, so she can read what you have added, too.