The other night a memory of a book I read when I was about 16 came to mind. I couldn’t remember who it was by or what it was called (but I do remember being lent it by an American girl who was in our school for a year - obviously I’m at that age where I can remember nothing useful but I can remember how many cornflakes were in my bowl for breakfast on the morning of September 10th 1981 etc). I also remembered loving it and re-reading it a couple of times back then.
Anyway, I managed to find the book and was monumentally pleased with myself for my ace detective skills. And now I’ve started reading it - and I’m finding it a real let down!
Objectively I know this is not surprising - lots of years have passed since I was 16 after all! But it’s disappointing. Anyone else?