It’s official. I’m a prize winner. Perhaps I should explain.
Our local bookshop, a tiny little place hardly bigger than a front room, is running a monthly competition. Starting this January it’s invited anyone with an interest in books to write a review (maximum100 words) of any book that may appeal to others.
All entries are displayed on the Special Review Board. (Just behind the door as you go in if you want to take a peek) As a keen supporter of this rare and dying breed, the independent bookseller, I was up there with my review of Lollipop Shoes by Joanne Harris, almost as soon as I saw the competition announced in our local free magazine.
I am pleased to say that my hard work has paid off. I’ve won this month’s prize. Dizzy heights indeed, considering the last literary prize I won was when I was still in school.
Sadly my triumph is a little sour. There was only one entry displayed on the board, mine.
Still, a £5 book token’s not to be sniffed at , is it?
Hang on a moment!
I’ve been Memed - I guess that’s a sort of prize too.
Pg123, 5th sentence from the book nearest to me, then the next 3 sentences:
Photography, A Concise History
Photography enabled the exchange of authentic - but also selective - information on the course of the war.
Interest in war reporting grew stronger as more nad more people were directly confronted with the war or were directly affected by war activity. On the one hand, was photographers provided visual information to people who were not directly involved, but whose family members might be at the front. On the other hand, war photography naturally served the propagands interests of the political powers.