7 December 2020
Once in a while, a book comes along that lingers long after a spine is first cracked. It consumes your every waking thought, burying itself so deep into your psyche that years later, on occasion, it will still emit some stray spark of memory. Sometimes that book will be a critically acclaimed classic like Jane Eyre or Crime and Punishment and often it will be something that you read in childhood - less lofty but equally powerful. Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman is one of those books for me.