When I was little I loved to read, some may attribute this to living in the country and there not being much else to do, once you've rounded up the cattle, went for a walk and exhausted all possibilities of bike rides, paddling in the shannon and bringing in turf from the shed.
I devoured books, I'd stay in bed late on saturdays and read and read, during summer time, when we were put to bed long before the sun went down, I'd shimmy up on the window sill and read in the dusk light, in winter when this was no longer a possibility I resorted to a tiny torch, whenever caught by my mammy, she'd scold me, saying I'm ruining my eyesight and there'd be plenty of time for reading tomorrow. And in a way she's right I have every day...
Growing up and moving out to college other things preoccupied my time and reading fell into the background. and now once again I discover my love for it.
so I will start a list and hopefully I will continue adding to it :)
The last few months in books:
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
A Mighty Heart by Marianne Pearl
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon (currently)
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