There are two tall stacks of library books here. Among them are four that cannot be renewed because someone else has put a hold on them. So this morning I picked up this one:
and have not been able to put it down for hours, until now when a second small pot of coffee is brewing, and I have every intention of reading on. I was going to use this day off to bake bread and maybe go to town for mail, as I’m expecting Xmas gifts I ordered and have a pair of alpaca mitts to send to Bev in Ontario, but … maybe I’ll spend the entire day reading. We shall see. I’m completely drawn in by the first-person writing. Is it any surprise that I love journals and blogs and memoirs and autobiographies and letters as I do?
Maybe I’ll get dressed though.