Home is the cocoon in which we hopefully grow: comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. And the transporter, or time machine, is a story trapped on paper, bound between covers and yet able to take us far outside both its covers and our cocoon. Ah, the love of reading is a shared bond we both have.
Well dear Sue again something in common - we share the passion for reading from a very early age! Books were my friends and I escaped in that world every day! I used to eat while having a book close to the plate, I used to read while walking on the street, in the bus, everywhere. Years later I realised it was my way of escaping reality and more!
Hah. Nope. I’m just a “vacuum of contradictions” myself. As shall be made abundantly clear. Or…in the Whitman turn of phrase: we contain multitudes. And so do you, dear reader. So do you.
Home is the cocoon in which we hopefully grow: comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. And the transporter, or time machine, is a story trapped on paper, bound between covers and yet able to take us far outside both its covers and our cocoon. Ah, the love of reading is a shared bond we both have.
Well dear Sue again something in common - we share the passion for reading from a very early age! Books were my friends and I escaped in that world every day! I used to eat while having a book close to the plate, I used to read while walking on the street, in the bus, everywhere. Years later I realised it was my way of escaping reality and more!
Books truly are friends. I am so glad they are there for us when we need them.
They are indeed and I have never been betrayed by a book’!
Sue, again, brilliant.
A little personal perspective:
"Sisters are the worst. You cannot tolerate OR ignore them. If they are not in your face, they are in your business.
They love you, then they don't.
Talk about 'black holes". "Vacuums of contradictions." (I have no idea, what that means).
Nice weekend.
Cheers.
Oh, I know exactly what “vacuums of contradictions” means 🤣.
Sue, you are more perceptive, erudite and intelligent than I could ever hope to be (can't hide anything from you. Nothing is too subtle😁).
Hah. Nope. I’m just a “vacuum of contradictions” myself. As shall be made abundantly clear. Or…in the Whitman turn of phrase: we contain multitudes. And so do you, dear reader. So do you.
Multitudes indeed. Yeah.