I was cleaning out the pigsty at a farm in Wales, where my mother had rented a room, when the results of my final school exam were handed to me by the postman, along with the news that I had a state scholarship to Oxford. I had waited for this letter for so many weeks that I had abandoned hope, deciding that I had failed ignominiously.
Nina BawdenAll writers are liars. They twist events to suit themselves. They make use of their own tragedies to make a better story... They are terrible people.
Nina Bawden