Exactly. Though scared witless, I went to see the Go-Betweens in our capital city and applied to go to OZ for a year.

I read her for the romance, though I ran out of non-Poirot-or-Marple books now, bah. The loss of blanking out the worst crap is perhaps the most painful for me as a reader. I once was able to enjoy Narnia where I am now unable to read about Aslan. I once found and felt the undeniable pull of attraction between two people in a range of books where now there is nothing but the need to "mate" making the antagonistic and brutal treatment of a male pleasant to a female.
Once again, and I apologise for it, I wish for a memory lapse of my own!