Books

 

 

 

This week I spend a wonderful couple of hours spending a birthday gift voucher in Waterstones, Truro,

I felt familiar excitement as I breathed in the scent of books from the doorway. As always I viewed the laden tables in dizzy wonder. So many books, so many writers, so many stories. So many lives, memories, heartache lying between covers. So many hours of work and waiting, disappointment, exhilaration, satisfaction, fear and pride. And there the beauties lie, finished. Each a little miracle to its author. A work of art made good.

So much emotion and intellect invested in each and every book. They lie before me temptingly. Choose Me! Choose Me!

Like a child in a sweet shop I pick up, pause, pick up. Peruse and read. Author I know; unknown author with a beautiful cover. Good review. Old favourate. Terrifying crime writer…but a page turner… I make my choices, conscious I should, maybe, push my comfort zone, that I may miss a gem… But I am thrilled at my choices as they are packed and handed over.

So what did I buy?

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald. (Reading and loving)

A God in Every Stone, by Kamila Shamsie

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton

Nora Webster by Colm Toibin