Miracle. After a month's mortgage, birthdays, holidays and invoices unforgivable, I managed to get to my beloved day of the book with some four dozen euros. I let the machine start rate valley, rogue metro and go to Sun for books to give to my loved ones. This day can not conceive otherwise.
'm feeling excited and full of electrifying. I chose Tolkien's The Hobbit for my son. I've left at home reading a book about system nervous and I can not forget this Christmas, he bought me alone Paradise uninhabited Ana Maria Matute, where I tasted light and childhood memories of a mysterious and shared. I come home and shouted: Happy Book Day! She hugs me very happy, and reserves the banquet for the night. But at the time of the siesta, the feast has begun.
My fingers drum rattled by Moore and Munro (Lorrie Moore and delicious Birds of America or my dear Alice Munro hate, friendship, courtship, love, marriage ! Long ago the two, but his feeling makes me shake the guts ...), until they Murakami.
two years ago, my property left me flat and my studio promised sold. On the street literally gave me a room for rent in Eastern Europe while sleeping. And while the June night I cornered by the heat and fear, my friend Concha protected me from the shock, leaving Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman Murakami, sunsets made me more and more desirable. Last summer I suffered with Sputnik real addiction, my love. Now it was his turn to to talk about when I talk about running. I'm involved. I want to run and follow the corridor before me, shaking my will and my heart, for I am convinced that my legs will take me where my heart take ... (but this is another)
Concha My friend cried at the separation from her sister Montse. I gave him my book , my only book, (for now) in order to send him to Barcelona and the nearby comfort Montse unknown sent me another gift in keeping this September: of Cold Skin Albert Sánchez Piñol, I've recorded to collaborate with my friends of The Shed . The Catalan dry humor, that I love, has been replaced here by a bewildering literature, fantastic and scary. Amazing.
I go to a combustible passion, despite the weather. Love is a seamless: Paul Auster, and choose A man in the dark. still remember this summer, the sound of alder mixed with my mother's conversation with my son in August. But, I was engulfed in a powerful silence of the plot of Invisible . Pure power and act. It's like reading writing. Awesome.
Doris Lessing and Again, love. remember the smell of perfumed the municipal pool Journal a good neighbor that I read in July and discovered how feelings I thought were mine alone. Is admirable. I love how it portrays feelings. With subtlety and energy. How old painting of a woman in my mind summer! Let's see how about this.
There is a problem in box with cards (I can not believe it! Haha ...) and leave it to Paul Auster and Doris Lessing ... for now ... I take the metro, I get to my neighborhood and my hands always find the coins needed for bread today. I do not wear mittens, because it is spring, but full of high hopes , I prepared an evening of PC and free projects, but vital.
... Dickens's characters are like that.
Happy Book Day everyone!
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