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Saying Goodbye to Too Many Books : Culling Hurts

A mountain of books, some flying off into the air.This last few weeks has been traumatic for me — I have been saying goodbye to too many books. Culling hurts.

The immediate cause has been simply building work. All the books from one room have been under a tarpaulin for the duration. Now the builders have gone, the room itself gleams with fresh paint, clean carpets and a new en suite shower and loo.

3 hard-backed books bound in blue. held together with twine. On top of them is a cup and saucer, bearing a red heart logo and holding a bunch of blue forget-me-knots The books, however, are higgledy piggledy and covered with dust. Much of that, I have to admit, both dust and disorder, settled in long before the building work started.

And that leads me on to  the deep-seated long term cause. Both darker and more complicated, it involves memories, energy levels and some serious avoidance issues. And a neurotic cat. Continue reading

Reader Chemistry

first person narrative chemistryEver since I blogged about what a reader may take against in 1st person narrative, I’ve found the idea of reader chemistry nagging away at me.  Why are some words so loaded for one person, and totally neutral for another?

But I never meant to blog about it so quickly.

But then, as some of you will know, I was struck down by a monster virus. I couldn’t stop shivering. Or coughing.

reading with catI went from bed to fireside and back again, accompanied by regularly refreshed hot water bottles and The Companion Cat.

I had absolutely no physical energy. All I wanted to do was read. But I was quite likely to fall asleep in the middle of a page.

And I’d become very, VERY picky about the books I was willing to pick up. And not at all in the usual way. WHY? Continue reading