There is nothing quite like the thrill of tripping through
the exit of a book shop, book bag in hand, heavy with new purchases. The
anticipation of crisp white pages, stiff new covers and the endless
possibilities of escapism, discovery and gratification.
The act of reading is one self-indulgent pleasure that I
will never tire of, will never feel remorse in carrying out and will always have
time for; it is – quite simply put – like breathing.
Declarations aside, I am thrilled to be adding these new titles
to my overgrown reading pile (read ‘mountain’ here) and cannot wait to get
started… too many books, not enough waking hours in the day…
