Just came across this really lovely essay by Alan Bennett in the London Review of Books…
It voices so well the love of libraries that we readers have…and led me down memory lane of riding our bikes with mum to the County Library on a damp chilly Saturday to get a new selection of books – Mum trying her best to expand our reading with titles like “Jonathon Livingston Seagull” and us preferring to read for the one millionth time “Little Tim and the Big Sea Captain”…
I think it’s because of my bookish parents (and older bro) that I am such an avid reader now. That, and the rainy days in England when I was growing up when it drizzled all day long and you didn’t want to go outside and get all wet….
Home Trip Countdown: 4 weeks to England.
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