the great book debate- featuring mr wodehouse

I don’t know about you, but I have always had an unhealthy fascination with books. There are some people in this world that I know of who could, if all the books that have ever been written were destroyed, simply move on with life. But there are also some who can’t.

Since birth I was surrounded by paperbacks, novels and picture- books and it does relate to the nature vs. nurture debate- do I read because I choose to do so of my own free will, or has the smell of freshly turned pages and newly printed ink on paper been forever etched onto my skin from the beginning by my parents- or specifically my father, and his frank infatuation with the classics?

a canadian affair

Well, I must start this post with an apology- Ive been in one of the most amazing places EVER for the past 3 weeks- Canada! Had such a relaxing time and met some lovely people there- will definitely be making a return visit!

Along with some highly embarrassing and disturbing events which occurred in the land of maple syrup, I did manage to pick up a thought from a Canadian newspaper. Usually when I take in the daily news stories from the broadsheet, I tend to just skim read my horoscope for a lark- I don’t believe a word of it. Ever since the stars told me I was going to find myself amongst substantial wealth about 2 years ago Ive given up with them. Maybe The Fates have are waiting for the best exchange rate for my owed money, but until I land in a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I wont be seriously digesting the horoscopes.

However there was, in this specific one, quite an enterprising thought and a rather adhesive notion that seems to have taken root in my mind and refuses to be unstuck until I have thunk it over and taken it on board somehow. This particular prediction seemed,at the time I read it, to really mean something and it was not a hard task to relate it to my own personal situation.

Let me explain.