Procrastination

[blacklilly]

Here's a interesting article on the nature of reading and readers from The Guardian.

I spent last week reading Ray Bradbury's "Dandelion Wine", which I found myself reading, but not actually paying much attention to, on numerous occasions; but equally becoming engrossed in on the train, two stops before my station. Now I'm reading "The Suspicions of Mr Whicher" which is having quite the opposite effect of being un-put-downable.

Anyway, I think I'll go read a bit more it... Back later.

Comments

Suspicions of Mr Whicher

[(Anonymous)]

I live in that village, about quarter a mile from that house!

I still have your FTs in my workshop, uh sorry, will try and post today.

Re: Suspicions of Mr Whicher

[kittygoth.livejournal.com]

Oh, you do, don't you? I didn't put the two together. What a weird coincidence. Do you find people still talk about it, or had it all disappeared before the book came out?

I was wondering what had happened to the FTs too...

Re: Suspicions of Mr Whicher

[(Anonymous)]

I've sent them now, sorry again.

Oh tis spoken of in hushed tones. The house is still there but I think it's name has changed. They sell signed copies of the book in the post office. We're very proud of the crime here, we have a murder day with a big festival and everything, which is all true up to and including the bit about the post office, the rest is made up.

Happy birthday from when it was.