This little blog is about my library books. I love reading. When I was a child my nose was always in a book, I loved fairy tales, and anything that was ‘other worldly’ As I got a bit older The Arabian Nights captured my imagination, and gave me a fascination for the Far East that I still have to this day I was never a fan of Enid Blyton [too mundane] or, unfortunately, the classics, [too much like work] I was very fond of Nature books of all description, The Song of Hiawatha fed that love of nature with the sense of mysticism . I have on old copy that I take out of the book case form time to time and lose myself in the rhythm and cadence of the words that just flow like water over boulders in a stream.
When I discovered White Fang and Call of the Wild, it fed my love of animals, particularly dogs, my love for German Shepherds came from reading White Fang.
As I ‘matured’ my tastes changed and I got more into the larger weightier novels, Gone With the Wind, War and Peace, Sarum, now there’s a magnificent tale, A factual fantasy about the inception of Salisbury Cathedral from the Ice age to present, Wonderful and a gift to the imagination.
A book I read with fascination was Diana Gabaldon’s Cross-stitch, a trilogy about a woman on holiday in Scotland, who hears noises coming from the standing stones, she goes between a space to find it and finds herself transported back in time to the Battle of Culloden, a wonderful tale of fantasy of how she falls in love there.
I also went through a period of reading historical novels [well who hasn’t] discovering things about the kings and Queens of England we never learned at school.
I still go to my local library,, some days I can’t find a single book that I like so come home with an armful just hoping there may be something that appealed , other days I want every single book I open and again come away with an armful, this time hoping to get through them before the due back date, though I always have to renew them at least twice.
Last time I went to the library a book took my fancy, a true story about a nurse who dedicated her life to looking after the orphans and children maimed by war and poverty in Vietnam, Cambodia etc.it was a harrowing and riveting story, unfortunately it was what’s called a Fast- Back, which meant it had to be returned within a fortnight and could not be renewed. I did my best to read it in time, but despite burning the midnight oil on occasions, the last two chapters were skimmed through, which slightly spoiled the enjoyment of the book, so I don’t think I’ll get any more Fast-Backs.
That’s it for now folks.