Britt-Marie Was Here

At a certain age, almost all the questions a person asks him or herself are really about one thing…

Okay, that’s not the first line of Britt-Marie Was Here, but it’s important…

And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

I woke up just after 5:00 yesterday. Would have liked a little more sleep, but I love how much easier it is to wake up when it’s already daylight. Had to work at 9:00. Subbing at another library, enjoying it. Picked up a book.

Okay, people, your really need to read this one.

I finished it before breakfast.

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

First Words

I like to read. And I’m finding the time to read more, as I am finding more time to write. It’s funny sometimes how you find time when you don’t actually have more time… Time is interesting that way.  I even joined a book club and writing group, both at my local library. The local library I worked at years ago, and am back working at, but only as a sub.

Any way, back to reading, and the fact I’m reading more. Every book, at least that I’m actually going to read, needs a good beginning.