After that glorious very late burst of good weather again last week the temperature’s dropped down with a thud. Today was just half what it’d been on Friday, and this rainy evening I’m back to reading novels. This week’s choice is My Cleaner, by Maggie Gee, having recently read her new novel Virginia Woolf in Manhattan, both of them having been borrowed from my local library. They’re both published by Telegram* and Virginia Woolf in Manhattan is available in hardback, as below.
The joy of having local libraries – where would we be without them? Many of our local Devon libraries have been under threat of closure or severely reduced opening hours this year, but it looks as if we’re winning the battle to save them. How many people have started a lifelong passion for reading and love of literature with weekly visits to the library as children? Often we pick out books more or less at random, just to find out what lies within and take an exciting journey with the writer to the world they’ve invented. Occasionally we find it’s a journey we don’t want to take, but far more often it’s a thrilling experience.
I’d intended this year to work my way through all the Booker long list, but my library wanderings have intervened and so far I’ve read just three of them while being sidetracked by other offerings. But the rest of the long list are all still there in the library (or easily ordered through it), waiting to be read over the next months of long dark evenings.
*Incidentally, had you heard of this publishing company? I hadn’t!