Well there’s one for the sorrow
And two for the joy
And three for a girl
And four for a boy
Five for the silver
And six for the gold
And seven for the secret that is never to be told
“The Anatomist’s Apprentice”, “Help for the Haunted”, “American Gods”, “An Innocent in Cuba”, “Rasputin’s Daughter”, “Natives and Exotics”
Six for the gold. Seven for a secret if you count my tarot dictionary. That’s how many books are currently sitting on my shelves (in the cabin and at the desk), one is a re-read, the others are new, Help for the Haunted I picked up at the airport and it’s a bit of a slog but I still pick it up and flip through it now and then.
Once again, I am struck by the fact that I may have a slight problem with reading. I don’t know what I would do without my books; and this library is smaller collection wise than I’m used to. I’m getting to dig into authors I normally wouldn’t even consider, which is usually a great way to discover friends. But a niggling voice in my head tells me that perhaps the fact that I’m reading so much isn’t necessarily a good sign, different worlds after all take me away from the one I’m in.
Sometimes I wonder…
And then I decide not to wonder anymore and pick up my next book instead…
Hmmm let’s see…where to visit first…victorian Oxfordshire I think…yes, that should be lovely this time of year.