6/20/2023 0 Comments Aliens by Philippa Werry![]() ![]() If I hadn't had such a stereotypical upbringing, and hadn't bought into it so thoroughly (until I was well into my 20s), I might have become an engineer. ![]() ![]() And there was the time our parents decided to hire a caravan for our annual holiday and we headed north and the Harbour Bridge was a very slow grind for our poor old Holden Station Wagon (with the hill a little bit further on, up past Wenderholm just north of Waiwera, proving the undoing for its terribly overheated engine).Īren't books wonderful things? They not only evoke all sorts of memories, but they give us experiences that are so 'real' they feel like memories. We didn't drive over the bridge on a regular basis but occasionally in the summer there'd be a picnic at Takapuna so up and over we'd go. How I envied her!), but stopping at the toll booths is very clear in my memory. Well, this book took me back to my childhood! I was too young to know anything about the building of the Harbour Bridge, or even the opening of it (though I still remember Vicki-down-the-road (a couple of years older than me) telling me how she walked over it with her family. ![]()
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