Tuesday, 5 February 2013
A book written honestly and from the heart, about real events and real people is just the kind of book I like. Fiction can be great too, but this style has to be my favourite, I should write one sometime. I finished the book, still with my sleeping angel on my lap, and reached for my laptop to write and thank the author for writing such a wonderful, moving book. (I have only ever done that once before). I received an e-mail thanking me for my e-mail, do I write and say thanks back? This could get silly. Read it, read it, read it, is all I can say.
The baby woke up, my little reading time was over. I had to put the book down, dry my eyes and get on with my various roles of cook, cleaner, laundry woman, peace keeper; but I resumed these roles a little bit wiser, a little bit more nourished, and a little bit more grateful for a life with good books, happy children and a beautiful sleeping baby.