What Prem footballers say are good reads

[missing warden 0]

Read here to see what David Fox recommends [url]http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/world-of-sport/premier-league-stars-pick-favourite-books-133717207.html[/url]

[Gingerpele 0]

Whats funny for me is how Walcott has Harry Potter as best adult book, but someone else has it as kids book.... Also who let Walcott write a book? Shouldn''t he have been practising how to play football, to add to his running ability....

[Phyxius 0]

I have to agree with David Fox it is a cracking book.

[canary_bird 0]

Surely David Fox should have chosen Fantastic Mr Fox?? And who chose Mr Messy as their adult book - strange!

[Shack Attack 0]

Choosing a book written by yourself. Pretty shameful from Messrs Walcott and Nash. Theo also seems to think Harry Potter is an adults book? Bless.

[Wings of a Sparrow 1,708]

Respect to Niko Kranjcar for "To Kill a Mockingbird."

[ZLF 334]

Mr Messy looks like a table error - El Diego is McEarachens kids choice.  As for HP - it is a cross genre book primarily read by children but available in adult sections too I think.

 

Scharner, Hargreaves & Holden sounds too and barton continuing to continuing to potray his mock intellectual (intellecock?) with Stoker

[Mister Chops 7]

The later Harry Potter books are more adult than children, I think Rowling was quite clever and wrote for the audience who grew up with the books.One of my favourite novels is "The Book Thief", and you will occasionally see this categorised as children''s fiction but I''ll be damned if that''s so.

[Mister Chops 7]

[quote user="ZippersLeftFoot"]

Mr Messy looks like a table error - El Diego is McEarachens kids choice. 

[/quote]Don''t be so sure. This, from Amazon, is very funny...

256 of 258 people found the following review helpful:

Unsettling Echoes of Josef K, 28 Feb 2010

By 

Hamilton Richardson

This review is from: Mr. Messy (Mr. Men Classic Library) (Paperback)

If ''1984'' or ''The Trial'' had been a children''s book, Mr Messy would be

it. No literary character has ever been so fully and categorically

obliterated by the forces of social control. Hargreaves may well pay

homage to Kafka and Orwell in this work, but he also goes beyond them.

We meet Mr Messy - a man whose entire day-to-day existence is the

undiluted expression of his individuality. His very untidiness is a

metaphor for his blissful and unselfconscious disregard for the Social

Order. Yes, there are times when he himself is a victim of this

individuality - as when he trips over a brush he has left on his garden

path - but he goes through life with a smile on his face.

That is, until a chance meeting with Mr Neat and Mr Tidy - the

archetypal men in suits. They set about a merciless programme of social

engineering and indoctrination that we are left in no doubt is in

flagrant violation of his free will. ''But I like being messy'' he

protests as they anonymize both his home and his person with their

relentless cleaning activity, a symbolism thinly veiled.

This process is so thorough that by the end of it he is

unrecognizable - a homogenized pink blob, no longer truly himself (that

vibrant Pollock-like scribble of before). He smiles the smile of a

brainwashed automaton, blandly accepting what he has been given no

agency to question or refuse. It is in this very smile that the sheer

horror of what we have seen to occur is at its most acute.

Somewhere behind this blank expression though is a latent anger - a

trace of self-knowledge as to what he once was - in the barbed

observation he makes to Neat and Tidy that they have even deprived him

of his name.

The book ends with a dry reminder from Hargreaves that just as with

the secret police in some totalitarian regime, our own small expressions

of uniqueness and volition may also result in a visit from these

sinister suited agents.