What I am reading

 I read more in the winter, and having finished ‘Any Human Heart’ and voted it the best book I read last year, I started on Elif Shafak’s ‘10 Minutes 38 seconds in this strange world,’ and was enjoying it.

Then I got to page 66 where the uncle gets into bed with the six year old girl and I stopped. Images of my granddaughter MsX flashed into my mind, not the girl in the story, and I didn’t want to read further. You are entitled to call me a wimp but I read for enjoyment, and I didn’t want to continue for fear of what might come next. What I had read was upsetting enough.

So I started reading a book my daughter lent me. She said it was so helpful, she was going to read it every October. It’s called ‘The Gifts of Winter,’ by Dr Stephanie Fitzgerald, a neuroscientist who used to suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Now she deals with it. But that problem is dealt with in chapter one. The book is so much more.

Here is what it says on the back…

I have hated winter since we moved to the country 30 years ago, because of the lack of colour - literal and social. Also because bad weather can interfere with transport and thus my social life. I’m half way through the book and enjoying it. I am also sitting here with the daylight lamp on the bedside table.

For entertainment purposes I am reading a Kate Atkinson novel called ‘One Good Turn.’ So far so good. What are you reading?

Almost forgot…I read this last night for a bit of encouragement: