“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one - George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Lately I have taken to reading at all hours of the day and night. Not because my demons of depression have been keeping me awake, no, this is insurance if you like. Exercise for the mind, jogging through a road of words and feeling so good at the end.
Books are everything to me, always have been, always will be. And I revisit old friends like 'The Snow Goose', Wonderboys' and 'A Month in the Country' on a regular basis. At the moment I have four or five (or is it six?) on the go right now, So an early night for me thses days, means a warm bed, a silent room, mug of tea and a book.
My Mum and Dad were enthusiastic readers, and back in the late 1950's, they were always first in the que when the mobile library stopped in the square opposite our house in Leicester, UK. We had works by Henry Miller, D.H. Lawrence, Leslie Thomas and many, many more. Both Mum and Dad are long gone now, and I still have a couple of Mum's books which she treasured to her dying day
So how am I? All in all good to go!, As Autumn and Winter creeps up on our daily lives, I have to take care of my aging bones and muscles. My back is staring to cease up, so regular walking is a must. So far this week, I've notched up around 10 miles. All this is money in the health bank. Better go I have more to deposit.