"What will you do now
with the gift
of your left life?"
with the gift
of your left life?"
It's minus two outside and the Lakeland hills are dusted with snow.
Have you ever read the same book, years apart, and reacted to it in very different ways? Are some books better read in the innocence of youth? Do others need age and experience to be appreciated?
'Only six more years,' my son tells me with great authority, 'and you will be an old person.'
In 1953 Henry Molaison had part of his brain removed in an attempt to cure his epilepsy.
With two days to go to my exam, my head is more tightly packed than a teenage girl's suitcase.
After a week of prevaricating, I was starting to feel like a character in a Nick Hornby novel. So here, at last, is my list of classic books.
'The North is the dark place...
The Bridgewater Hall, Manchester. Three hundred and forty one graduands. And Brian Cox.
Dickens visited Lancaster in 1857 on his way back from a walking holiday in the Lake District with his friend Wilkie Collins.
With the reading room nearing completion, the thought of settling down with a book on a winter's evening has never been so appealing.
I've enjoyed trawling back through my posts and reminding myself of some of the highs and lows of the year. I have one more retrospective in mind and then it's time to say goodbye to 2012 for once and for all.
After all, there are many more books on the shelf...
What a great idea. Looking forward to seeing what the next twelve months brings.
ReplyDeleteThank you Denise. It's surprising how the posts mount up over the weeks. I don't keep a diary, and this is a nice alternative.
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