Books, pages that smell fresh and new, old and dusty. Lines of type that miraculously turn into conversations, descriptions, words of love and fear. Where shall I go today ? To France with Joanne ? On a train with Agatha ? On a moor with Emily ? Or flying through the air with Mary ?
Invisible to others I sit mesmerised by the words that lift off the page and make pictures in my mind, only to vanish with the slap of the the cover shutting.
That “slap of the cover shutting” – felt just like the ending of a good book that has carried you away. The picture is perfect for the words – I’ve never heard of that Peaches book. Will have to look up to see what that book is about!
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Thanks Robyn it’s Joanne Harris the third part of the Chocolat seried.
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This was absolutely perfect and I am going to go read now.
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