Every Christmas Eve, the Icelandic people practise something called ‘jolabokaflod,’ which translates to ‘Christmas book flood. ‘ Jolabokaflod involves giving books as presents on Christmas Eve, so that friends and family can spend the cozy night in curled up with a good story. This is what we have done for much of today as Christmas Eve was just too busy for one reason or another. This is my book, Diana Gabaldon’s “Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone”. Isn’t it beautiful ? – and I am enjoying the story too. .
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What a lovely productive couple of hours at the allotment this afternoon, clearing so much rubbish, catching up with each other in the safety of the great outdoors and sharing a feast.
All the rubbish disappeared into the fire pit.
I have spent the day in the shade on this beautiful sunny day and have read a whole book, completely unable to put it down – Helen Dunmore’s “Talking to the Dead.” If you enjoy a taut, psychological story that keeps you guessing, this is for you. It left me stunned.
Librarians are almost always lovely people! From the one in Truro when I was eleven years old and had read everything in the children’s section who then introduced me to The Scarlet Pimpernel and allowed me access to the ‘adult’ section ( of course, adult section meant something different when I was a child!) , to the one I worked with at Hayfield School when I was an English teacher, who was so enthusiastic and encouraged children to help and to read and the one who became a life-long friend. This cartoon touched me.
Our allotments are a delight. There are Forget-me-nots everywhere (and I hope they self seed into our plot for next year) and people are both practical and quirky. I love these beach huts that are just the fronts against the hedge.
I wrote about Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell in an earlier post, to be found here, and spent a very happy hour a couple of evenings ago, listening to the author talking about her work and answering readers’ questions in The Guardian Book Club event for April. If you haven’t read this amazing book yet, it is now in paperback and really is one of the best novels I have ever read. .
Today I posted a little book to its author. Many years ago, when teaching Year 7s, we used to read ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ by Lynne Reid Banks and from that inspiration, the children wrote their own story in chapters. I kept Paul’s which is delightful and as I have followed his very interesting career and stayed in touch, I am able to return this lovely piece of work to him.
I was reminded today of a little treasure of a book, ‘Lyra’s Oxford’ by Philip Pullman that the lovely Mr S gave me many years ago. I read it again this afternoon and loved it still. It is a delight, a little taster of the wonderful ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy.
One Peony flower has survived the wild weather – it’s enormous, about 9″ across. There are still some buds to come.The first sugar snap peas were ready for tonight’s supper. They have the prettiest flowers too. I’ll show you another day.
A new book arrived today and we are delighted with it, bright illustrations, rhyme and rhythm, dinosaurs and best of all, a white Daddy and a black Mummy, just like our Grandbaby LiveWires! We can hardly wait until our next Skype story time with them. It hasn’t been easy to find such books for little people.