Tag: Reading

Reading, and reading round the subject, has always helped me in times of sadness and grief. And this spring is no exception.

I'm writing about my winter reading today, my friends. And writing about not being able to write about my winter reading.

I've been reading and listening to royal biographies lately. Falling down a myriad of royal reading rabbit holes in the process.

I'm reading about libraries this week. A wonderful book about those wonderful places where books live. And reminiscing about my own library memories.

I'm talking about books today. What I've been reading. What's on my book shelves, and what those shelves say about me.

I can't imagine a camping trip, or any travel, without taking along a big bag of books.

I'm thinking of starting a club for lovers of mystery novels. For those who are addicted to murder and mayhem. We'll call it Mystery Lovers Anonymous, okay?

I have a passion for books. A deep and enduring love of reading that began early in life, and which has not abated in the ensuing years. I’m sure that as a kid, many summer days when I should have been ...