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Bettie's Books

A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.

A Capital Crime - Laura Wilson Over four years after the war's end, sunshine seemed to be rationed, in line with pretty well everything else apart from grime and drizzle through which the weary citizens moved, herd-like and damp-macintoshed, or shuffled, grumbling, in perpetual queues.Wow - I've just realised that some of the books I have on Mahayana Buddhism were written by the judge in the Evans case, namely Christmas Humphreys.