The Book Club with Syliva Kent & Guest Author Jim Reeve & Editor Joan Reeve
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The Book Club this month with Sylvia Kent and her guest author Jim Reeve and editor Joan Reeve was really interesting show.
Besides being a fabulous writer, Sylvia makes Strawberry Jam, Date Chutney and Spicy Chutney, all of which I have sampled – delicious.
Check out Sylvia’s excellent blog here http://sylviakent.blogspot.co.uk/
Author Jim Reeve came in to talk his books. Jim talks about how he started writing, his books, his loves, including fishing and his childhood. Jim has lived in the local area for the last 50 years.
A Schoolboy’s War in Cornwall
Although only children at the time, Britain’s schoolboys have the memory of living through the Second World War indelibly inscribed on their minds, and now, in their seventies and eighties, they open this treasured box of remembrance for the first time. Living through the Second World War was a unique and difficult experience, but for the nation’s schoolboys it was often seen as an exciting adventure. Watching a country preparing for war and then being immersed in total conflict brought encounters and events that some will never forget. In this charming book, Jim Reeve recalls some of his vivid memories of life during the war in Cornwall where he was evacuated and lived with his mother and brother with twenty or thirty other families in the Atlantic Hotel, Newquay. With the same fascination that grips many men of his generation, he recalls some of the extraordinary events he witnessed as a young schoolboy, from witnessing dogfights over the sea and the rescue of airmen to watching Plymouth light up the night’s sky in the distance.
Also available by Jim Reeve
Basildon Then & Now
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