Whale Child is eight and refuses to read, or contemplate reading, any dust-jacketed book with its jacket on.
We are about to move house. Preparing for the packers, I find I am finding a steady stream of bookless jackets all over the place.
There is nothing so forlorn as as a bookless dust jacket, I am also finding.
I ask myself: Have I failed as a mother or this a Sign of the Times?