Here is one

Here is one. A sentence, that is. 3 words that could mean anything. What's the context? And why did this tiny sentence stick in my brain for 4 years until I finally wrote about it?

The reading/writing/lifespan problem

At that rate, I'll probably only read another 900 books before the end of my life - I really should start narrowing down which 900 books that will be!

A small selection of books and magazines I’m (mostly not) reading.

The Poetry of List-Making This post is in response to a Wordpress prompt, which I think, to my shame, is more than a week old now, on List-making. The link is above - clicking the link will take you to all the posts written in response to this prompt. Poetry is beyond me if I'm going to... Continue Reading →

I love Paris in the Springtime

It's Spring in Melbourne! After the unusually cold winter we had in Melbourne this year - we were treated to an extended version of Winter this year, that continued on through most of September - Spring finally seems to have arrived, and with it the renewed energy and lifted spirits that longer hours of sunshine and warmer temperatures bring.... Continue Reading →

I Should Have A Better Ending

It's happened again. That thematic accident - some might say serendipity - that occurs when I choose a book to read, from the plethora of books lining our book cases, and lo and behold, find that a major theme of the book turns out to be grief, death - even, in this case, death of a sibling. On... Continue Reading →

The History of Love

I was intrigued by the title of the book my daughter was reading, so I turned it over to read the blurb on the back. From this, I gathered that The History of Love was not a history, but a fictional tale, centered around two people, a young girl and an old Jewish man, both living in New... Continue Reading →

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me?  I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a... Continue Reading →

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