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Hey folks. This is my first review. There are some books that I enjoy reading and then there are others that I really enjoy reading. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon falls in the latter category. So does the book I read recently. This tome is called Before I go to sleep by S. J. Watson. It is a brilliant book which makes you think as well as root for the protagonist. A close friend of mine recommended the book to me and when I finally got to read it I was intrigued. It is about a woman called Christine Lucas who loses her memory and every time she wakes up her memory is wiped out. I like that it is told in the first person as it makes the readers empathise as well as sympathise with her. She sees a doctor who advises her to write a journal to help her remember things. The majority of the book is written in the form of Christine's journal which makes the book very exciting. What makes the book interesting is that Christine is regarded as an unrelia

Everyone has an accent. You can tell where people are from by their accents. However this is not always the case. Although I was born and brought up in Liverpool I don't have a Liverpudlian accent. It was made clearer to me when I was at uni and I was asked where I was from. When I answered them they would ask "How come you don't have the accent?" "I don't know," I would reply. Another fact about me that few people believe is my age as I am told that I look younger. I always take it as a compliment and besides you know the phrase! I would describe my accent as Received Pronunciation with a hint of Ghanaian. When I was in Liverpool my family would speak English to me and Twi to everyone else. Moreover I didn't go out that much and I didn't hang around with my fellow Scousers. I wasn't the mingling type. It was no wonder I didn't pick up the scouse accent. I do pronounce words like a Northerner though and on rare occasions I would sound l

I have a confession to make. I am a quitter. I know that it is contradictory to my last blog but please hear me out. Quitting is sometimes good. I know what you may be thinking. "Is he mad?" "Is he on crack?!" Of course not! After I finished my degree I decided to go on a teacher training course. Goodness knows why on earth I wanted to go into teaching at the time! One contributory factor was that when I was in France I worked as an English Language Assistant. I enjoyed my job and the pupils were really enthusiastic. When I trained as a teacher in Hertfordshire I realised two things. A) I was terrible and B) I began to hate the profession with a passion. I decided that enough was enough and dropped out of the course. Yeah that's right I'm a dropout!  There's something to add to my CV! Although I felt bad at the time I came to realise that I was not a failure and that I made the right decision. I read an article on Metro Focus which advocated the fact