The ever-eternal reading list gets amended. Again.

books

About to finish South Riding, by Winifred Holtby. It’s set in an — I hope — not too fictionalized Yorkshire Riding. It’s more of an ensemble book, not singularly focused on an educator as the one and only main character, than To Serve Them All My Days by R. F. Delderfield, which is next on my list, electronic cover illustration gazing at me from my Kindle.

And yet, I still get a new Kindle copy of Rome by Robert Hughes. I think I’m incapable of one single book at a time.

The Author

I read and I write and I think. I survive.