Despite my recently out-of-control busy working hours (average 12 hours per day), and hardly getting enough sleep especially on weekdays, I am happy that I'd managed to finish reading this engaging book about books. Though it took me a little longer than I'd anticipated, with snail speed of 2 chapters after midnight before bed.
The book by Susan Hill, an author I didn't know at that point of time, immediately grabbed my attention after skimming through the opening paragraphs, knowing that this is definitely my cup of cuppa. It proves me correct.
IT BEGAN LIKE THIS. I went to the shelves on the landing to look for a book I knew was there. It was not. But plenty of others were and among them I noticed at least a dozen I realized I had never read.
Sounds familiar ? Next ...
I pursued the elusive book through several rooms and did not find it in any of them, but each time I did find at least a dozen, perhaps two dozen, perhaps two hundred, that I never read.
Now, this is getting to my nerve. I have quite a number of books put under my to-read list, perhaps two to three dozens, but still no sign of doing it as yet. Shame on me. Next ...
And then I picked out a book I had read but had forgotten I owned. And another and another. After that came the books I had read, knew I owned and realised that I wanted to read again.
Alas. Me too. Next ...
I found the book I was looking for in the end, but by then it had become far more than a book. It marked the start of a journey through my own library.
That's it. Buy the book, and I did.
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