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Feasts in Fiction

(For what is reading but appetite, the kind that sets your teeth on edge, craving a bite of the sumptuous?) To read, I learnt early, is to hunger… or it just might be that some books are meant to be devoured: Reading about the hearty, indomitable Gauls I always get caught up in the fish-mongering and dream … Continue reading

the bookshop around the corner

“I think I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening… like a light in the midst of darkness.” He was right in his choice of colours, of course, this painter of subtle shifts of light and colour: gloriously swirly starry nights and … Continue reading