A review by caropullen
Long Live the Post Horn! by Vigdis Hjorth

5.0

When I was about 15 I had a penpal called Jean-Paul who lived in Newcastle. I have no idea how we came to be penpals. I think he might have been my friend’s penpal but she passed him on to me because we liked the same bands.
We wrote eachother very intense letters about the meaning of various Suede songs as well as all the various hardships we were going through as serious and awkward teenagers. Anyway letters are great and this book reminded me of all of this. Can’t wait to start Is Mother Dead.