I was thinking this morning how much the world
needs books. Like many people, I am left with not much work during lockdown,
and part of the way in which I’m filling the time is by reading and re-reading
books. What would I do without them? I mean, I have hobbies – I sew a bit (a
very small bit, as witnessed by the deconstructed dress that resides on my
wingback chair in the living room. I thought I’d try my hand at designing a new
pattern, but there’s nowhere to go to wear anything new, and I’m not sure I’ve
done it right anyway. So there the pieces sit, like an aged crumpled
Grandmother watching the family swirl around her). I knit a bit; but I can’t
sit at that for long before getting bored, and oh my, what a pain it is when I
make a mistake. I’m knitting lace, and it takes aaaages to unpick it when I go
wrong. I bake, but when I bake I eat too much of the results and make my jeans
too tight. But books – you can’t get fat on them, they’re not boring, and you
don’t have to get anything right to enjoy them. I use them like a little treat
– if I do this job in the house, and get that done in the garden, and decide
what to cook for the family for supper, then I’m allowed to read a bit more of
my book. I’m currently re-reading a Regency romance by a contemporary author.
This is the third time reading it since I got it for Christmas and I’m still
enjoying it. I hope Jo and her adventures with the Author and his And bear more
than one read, for you if you are a young person of reading age, or for you, if
you’re an adult reading it to a child. It’s really strange blogging when you
don’t know who’s reading it… so let me know who you are, and what you want to
hear about. ‘Bye for now!
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