I love books. I’ve been a vociferous reader my entire life. To be honest, there’s a certain pleasure that one finds while immersed in the pages of a well-written tome; I don’t know if it’s the idea of engaging the imagination, or the fact (more often than not) that the world on the page can seem…
Perhaps it was just so that I could say that I’ve accomplished something today, but I went back into the kitchen . . .
I am not musically inclined. I can neither play an instrument, nor read a note; I can barely carry a tune. Yet, I have a rather strange relationship with music.
The final days of summer break are here and I don’t know how I feel about that.