I also love books.
Today’s the day when one should talk about love. I’ve been trying to come up with ‘love’ stuff to mention.
So that’s cheese and books. I love my family.
And, I quite like Bookwitch. Yes, awfully narcissistic of me. It’s not love, though.
The other day I had cause to search through older parts of Bookwitch, looking for something. Gold possibly. And I found I enjoyed re-reading older posts. Not all of them, but some were reasonably entertaining.
So that was nice. Reassuring. Maybe it hasn’t been a complete waste of time.
I came to the conclusion I am [a bit] like Gwendolen Fairfax, who said: ‘I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.’
And I discovered a fan letter I’d completely forgotten about. Clearly I could do with regular re-readings, if only to remind myself of my destroyed life, as imagined by my fairy blogmother.
I just love fan letters❣️