I love beach holidays because I adore being able to laze horizontally for hours revelling in some pure, unadulterated, no-guilt reading. My favourite bit about packing for the holiday? Picking that wodge of books that I’ve been longing to read…
There is something about reading. Lots of us do it here on wordpress, it’s what has brought us together, and I tried to put into words exactly what it is that I love for Perdiz Magazine last week.
Day Two of Photography101… the street. Under the Bridge. In the middle of the city, amidst the murky river and the singing train tracks, the air smells of the dusty pages that render the space silent.
In losing himself, unabating angst ensued.
His head bobbed… and vanished, rippling.
As my eyelids fall this evening I shall hurry to wizardly worlds thanks to this new little bedtime reading gem, from the masterly quill of Ms Rowling… #100happydays #day105
She hungered for this. Her freedom.
One of my favourite rituals when it comes to holiday packing… selecting the literary fodder I am going to guzzle whilst I’m drinking up the sunshine. #100happydays #day102
Looking forward to sinking my gnashers into the inimitable imagination of Mr Dahl. #100happydays #day91
It takes a certain breed of human to find a thermal coffee cup covered in skulls an object of charm. I am of that breed. Perhaps it was my diet of horror films and adult fiction as a child. Although…