Back in the days when I wore a bottle green uniform, I had a gaggle of friends lining the North London perimeter and one snowy evening back in 1994 we ended up, no doubt leafing through a copy of Judy Blume and umpteen editions of Just 17. I couldn't really comment on the quality of their literature, but I do recall this being one of the better libraries in the region for pissing off librarians and talent spotting. Nostalgic pangs of youth abound. read more