Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
It’s similarly to feeling a warm, naked body next to you on a cold night. Listening to rain drops dancing on a tin roof. Drinking champagne in the bath. Candle light creating shades of wonder on a clear wall… Why would you punish yourself? Delight!
There is a world for the taking. Read. Words are magically. Stories take flight. Imagination has no limit.
I just finished “Sluipmoordenaar van die staat” by Anemari Jansen. Now (light) reading “The Liar” by Nora Roberts. I’m wanting to read “The girl on the train” by Paula Hawkins next.
Any recommendations or reviews to share? What are you reading?
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night. – Isabel Allende
I wish you enough,