Having successfully got rid of one of my favourite pieces of furniture, I have enjoyed being able to get in and out of the kitchen unhindered. We only blocked off access because we were under the impression someone would soon relieve us of this very versatile bookcase. And then it turned out to be too small for a collection of really large family bibles, but too big for most other people’s needs or homes.
But if at first you don’t succeed…
Yesterday I had a teenager sitting at my dining table, reading a book by that very scariest of men, John Ajvide Lindqvist. I approve, though. Both of the reading and the fact that she brought a Swedish book to my house, and I admire her courage. She finished it while here, and sighed deeply because she couldn’t immediately move on to the next book.
This is the disadvantage of translations. You have to wait for them to be made. I suggested a quick language course to solve her problems.
The reason she came here to read, was so her mother and I could eat ginger biscuits and talk about books, putting the publishing world to rights. Someone has to.
And I do like a woman who will quickly eat a few more biscuits as she gets ready to leave.