It’s obviously something that’s comforting to me. Every so often, if I’m anxious, the smell and taste of Mum’s cottage pie drifts in and I can actually experience it as a physical sense. If I see a beautiful display of daffodils, I suddenly taste delightfully sour sherbet lemons and my mouth waters to the point of pain. To explain, ever since I was diagnosed with MS I get strange crossed wires with my senses, especially around sight and taste. I identified with our heroine so strongly, both physically and mentally. I could also empathise with how difficult it is for her to cope with. It was no stretch to believe in our heroine Alice and her ability to see people’s emotions as colours. This was such a profound book and touched me deeply. I Love You, a book I hated with such a passion I wanted to throw it on the fire). I loved Freckles, which I’d tried despite hating her early books (especially P.S.
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