It doesn’t happen often anymore. Yet I need it, it’s like a tonic.
I now read so many books for reviewing purposes, or for my reading challenges, that I don’t often have this luxury. But I should occasionally escape the tyranny of my TBR list and do this more often.
Besides, I usually have two or three books on the go at the same time, so it’s not possible. But why not?
What am I talking about?
The hiatus. The pause. That wonderful moment when you finish the pile of books on your night-table and stop. To breathe. To ponder. To contemplate that world of endless possibilities. What am I in the mood for next? What new treasure will I discover, what old favourite will I pursue? Everything is within our grasp…
O brave new world, that has such writers in it!
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