Sunday 9 February 2014

My flat is filled with books. It has always been. A friend said to me today that he knows he will never read the books he has. I will not either. But it's such a pleasure to have them at an arm's stretch and when the right moment comes, pick up the book you fancy and read a few pages. Sometimes you may read it from cover to cover. Many times you can reach for it again.

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