2017 is drawing to a close v. fast. It only feels like yesterday the sun was shining and the UK was sweating with some kind of crazeeeey heatwave. However, as the year is coming to an end, I am taking some inspo off of Hannah Gale who dropped a cute post today about her favourite moments of 2017.
A lot has happened in 2017 yet it’s passed by in quite a blur. Luckily my hobby (obsession?) of taking pictures, means I’ve captured a fair number of things. So we shall start the list off.
I have been up and down about posting on this blog. I go through stages of major interest in writing a blog but then months will pass and I’ll forget all about the Ramblings of this Little Country Gal.
I am taking motivation to write when I can, because I think that’s just the way my mind is working. Maybe it’s because I’ve started enjoying reading again (you can read about that little baby here). They say reading helps motivate the writing so to speak. Maybe I am just going through one of those phases where I’m just really into blogging. Whatever it is, I won’t knock it.
Anyway to get back on track…
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
Many years ago when I had nothing to fear, with my life still a flutter away, I was thoroughly addicted to buying books. I was addicted to reading, I was addicted to the mere sight of a bookstore. I would be unable to control this desperate urge to avoid the warm smell of Waterstones; the books called to me and I would spend hours memorised by the sheer volume of books that I had yet to experience. Even if I left with a number of new books, there would still be this lingering longing for wanting to buy more.
I was also one of those skillful people who could read two books at one time; I would be able to constantly flick between pages and still recall exactly where I left off in the other one. My sister was envious as I was also quite the speed reader. I wasn’t a speed reader in the sense of training myself to be one, I just simply enjoyed reading so much that I was captivated and would cease to end a chapter unless it was the last page of the book. There is truth in the wise words of Stephen King when he expresses that books are a uniquely portable magic.
Ramblings of a Country Gal 