This post was written by Friday guest blogger Annie Reid.
In the Guardian, Tim Parks talks about what happens when your children read your books:
My 17-year-old daughter reads an old novel of mine called Goodness: just recently the older kids have started nosing round my work. In this book she will have read sentences such as: “For a while I surrendered to the most vivid erotic images, my tongue pressed against the blue cotton swell of a girl’s plump panties, that sort of stuff.”
She says: “I really like the bit where the narrator beats the shit out of his miserable old grandfather.” “Yes,” I say, “that probably was the strongest moment in the book.”