Every summer I re-read Jilly Cooper's novels. I know, I know, but I'll never forget my teenage self discovering the Rutshire Chronicles, read under the covers. Around the same time I was finding out the wonders of the old Hammer Horrors that used to be shown late at night, Sunday I think, on BBC2. I would sneak downstairs while the rest of the family slumbered, and feast my gaze on Christopher Lee and co. There began a life-long love affair with both Cooper and Lee.
It got me thinking about other books from the time of teen - Harold Robbins, Arthur Hailey, Sidney Sheldon and so on. I was delighted to find that they're available on Kindle now, so I gave Harold Robbins another go.
Well. I hadn't misremembered the steamy scenes, but the story held up really well. From the blurb:
Fast paced, wonderfully plotted, I'd recommend giving it a whirl - as long as you can get over all the throbbing this-es and tumescent thats. Highly enjoyable.
And in honour of my celluloid hero's 93rd birthday yesterday: