There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts.........
I started a new book yesterday morning. The Thirteenth Tale
The words are flowing into my mind, I forget everything else, I live the tales of Margaret Lea and Vida Winter.
It is some time since a book has taken me so hard, so deep. It is like falling in love. I need more, more, more. At the same time I want to save the words. I don't want to book to end.
My hunger for reading started when I learned to read, somewhere around the age of five. Since then books have followed me everywhere and through every hour of the day. It is a deep and lifelong love. My love of books is a garden I grow. Fresh and colourful. My sanctuary.
There is something about words......
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