Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
I have hundreds of books. Literally. One entire room of floor to ceiling book cases, running three levels deep.
Digitally my collection of books run into thousands. My Kindle after five years of loving care – died. Bloody rude. A need for perfume, purple glitter and to be truthful, more books, have stopped me from purchasing a new Kindle as I can’t afford it. This is very sad. Benefactor welcome.
Liam James suggested I be lovely and donate some of my books to the library. Excellent, but beige. It is so “have been done before“. I needed to find another way to share my treasure and bless the world.
I love a good longing. Giving gifts, the element of surprise and spreading unexpected joy. I’m a sentimental sod.
I sprinkled fairy dust as I left a book at Montecasino on my way to the theatre. Magical. Yay!
A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation… A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold.
I would love to know who found the book!
I wish you enough