It’s December, Advent, time for preparing…
Very little time for reading.
I had hoped December would see me reading Dickens; ending his centenary year with one of his major novels.
Instead I’ve been writing lists, shopping, wrapping, hiding, baking, making cards, posting….
Now the dust is starting to settle, I realise most of the month’s gone by with precious little reading and only a few days left to squeeze another book in.
I miss it.
I long for the time to luxuriate in the thrill, adventure and anticipation of a new book; the chance to travel through time, space, others’ heads from my living room. With a cup of tea as my trusty companion.
The less I read, the more I want to.
And so, time to log off, get into my warm pyjamas, and delve into some Dickens.
But where to start….?