My mother’s recipe for bliss
On the Day of Rest, after The Sunday Roast Dinner, there was the Homemade Fudge, and the lie down on your Bed with a Book. (I am not sure if my father either read or slept.) As a devout child, however, I observed the rules and that was the start of my addiction to books.
Book shelves, the bucket loo and the Queen Victoria Library
We had a book shelf with Reader’s Digest Condensed Books on it. I did have some children’s books. The Christian Science Sentinel rested by the loo seat over the bucket toilet. (It was an indoor toilet awaiting conversion to a purer septic tank state.) I read absolutely everything in the farmhouse and understood some of it. (I was mystified by the sheepskin trousers worn on Thor Heyerdahl’s Kon-Tiki expedition and by James Bond in Casino Royale.) The place I loved most of all was the 1903 Queen Victoria Library which smelt of paper and old hardback books. Its atmosphere was dust and sunlight but it had every volume of Little Women and Anne of Green Gables. When it closed at 4pm, I sat on the stone step outside while I read until a parent arrived.
The very best reading experiences of all
My book-reading friends have come up with ways of describing their best reading experiences – one of them said that a “book had been ‘balm’ to her soul”. Other readers talk of ‘an immersive experience’ – ‘opening a door into a new world’ – feeling ‘compelled’ – being ‘lost in a book.’ Gail, a Facebook friend, said about a book ‘it has slightly shifted something deep inside me – and that must be the highest compliment one can pay a book!’ I have spent hours wrapped up in the enchantment of a story that whizzed me off on quests to other galaxies and new adventures. Please, if you read this post – do tell me of your own experiences of the pleasures of reading in the comments below.
To update you on my next book, The Love and Wisdom Crimes – it is being typeset at the moment!
In memory of a friendship & of a shared love of books and reading
Today I will have been to the celebration of the life of Emma, a remarkable woman who I was fortunate to have as a friend. Emma started our book club and shared many books with us, her book club friends, so for the rest of my life, when I look at my bookshelves, I will think of her with gratitude and love .