The only sad thing about books on happiness is that they’re associated with the category of self-help, which is where, supposedly, lonely women can be found covering their blotchy black mascara flooded eyes with big sunglasses as they search for the meaning of life in the dark shades of a bookshop corner! Advertisements
What was a typical day in the Garden of my beautiful Grandparents in Suffolk like? I am lucky enough to remember it because every week she sends me photographs of her garden, past and present, with a letter that reignites some hilarious memory of Sophie and I being with them both.
We all know about the magic of books; escapism, exploration, education, enlightenment. They’ve always been an unintended escape for me [I don’t read to escape reality], but I have recently realised the real magic, for me, in escaping to these imagined little literary worlds of delights. It is the idea that we share the experiences of this other worldliness … More The Life Changing Magic of Books
As I searched my shelves for a book to take to bed with me on Monday evening, hoping to take my mind off of you for a short while, my eyes were drawn, for the first time in a long while, to Moby Dick; the first book you chose 2 years ago for us to read at our recently founded … More A Tribute to My Friend, Jeremy Toth
According to personal research conducted in my house during my free time, I can confirm that reading reduces stress, expands your knowledge and improves focus.