Begin with a deep, booming voice.
The Fry Chonicleeeessssss!
I got my Dad to buy this for me whilst down in Canterbury this weekend. I'm excited about reading it. I absolutely adore Stephen Fry and QI, it's one of my favourite programmes. The amount of useless and interesting facts I now know and the amount of myths and wife's tales it's dispelled is amazing.
Anyway, about the book;
I first heard about it in the Review supplement of The Guardian. The review gave it high praise and recommended it. Later on this weekend, I went into WHSmiths with the family, saw it on the door and rushed in. I opened the front cover to read the synopsis/blurb straight away, totally ignored it, saw the striped, multicoloured inside cover, realised it matched his socks on the front cover and got my Dad to buy it for me without even reading the blurb.
On the way home (five hour journey, very long, very tired), I started reading it. The abundance of long, complex words indulged me in a form of English I very rarely, if ever, read. Don't let this put you off though; the anecdotes and insights to the life of Fry, even within the first few pages and chapters are hilarious and really interesting.
I may have to go to bed that bit earlier just to read that bit longer. Expect more posts to come about this book, I can't wait to read the rest of it.
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