I’m not reading much at the moment; I was already feeling the onset of Reader’s Block and then I got a cold. It is one of life’s infuriating truths that time lying in bed comes accompanied with an inability to read. Chuh. But it does remind me that I have yet to share one of the best birthday presents I got last November (when it was, it will come as no surprise, my birthday). This came from my housemate Kirsty, and it’s rather special:
It’s not a good photo of it, because it’s dark, but… it’s a letter by E.M. Delafield! Very exciting to have on my shelf. The message ‘I have pleasure in acceding your request’ is equally intriguing…
In other news, I am giving up buying books for Lent. What am I thinking? I hope I will be able to redirect those energies to prayer etc., but I also feel like the last moments of pre-Lent should be spent in choosing books to buy. But, you know what, I can’t even think of any that I want right now.
…though I have preordered one that comes out in early March, which I’d done before I decided this Lenten fast.
Fingers crossed the Reader’s Block passes with the cold. Still, plenty of books to review left on my shelves, so perhaps I’ll redirect my reading time to reviewing time? Or even writing time, since my New Year’s Resolution was to write a letter a week, and I’ve also been getting on with a novel in a little writing club with some friends from work. More on that one day, perhaps, but not right now – except to say that I’m about 20,000 words in and not unpleased with what I’ve written. More progress than I ever got through self-discipline alone!