Words


Such a great disappointment occurs when a favourite author fails to grab your attention. Akin to the symptoms of withdrawal from addiction, the torment of going cold turkey. And it is not for want of trying. The compulsive reader perseveres. But without success. So they take a break, then return to tackle a few more pages. Determination rules. Ploughing on past the first chapter or two convinced that things will get better. “It’s not you, it’s me,” you murmur, adapting the time-honoured phrase of couples on the verge of a break-up. Surely a long-term relationship such as ours cannot have… Continue reading

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RARELY do I find a book having such a deep and personal impact as this moving and tender story. Its effect lingered long after the final word had been read; reviving cherished memories, plucking at the heartstrings. Poignant moments from earlier days were relived, reflected upon with a mixture of sadness and joy. The details are mostly well distanced from my own experiences, yet the timeline and locations mirror my own to an unsettling extent. They converge and mingle before going on their separate ways, like tramlines at a junction,  As do the over-arching themes of separation and unbridgeable distance. Continue reading