Quoting a worthwhile author, poet or sharing a photograph is one of our bookshop pleasures.

Last night we attended a live stage production ~ which we do sometimes ~ and came home feeling drained. We witnessed spousal fighting, shouting, swearing, menial conversations in mundane domestic settings ~ all on stage. It was depressing.

One cannot help but feel that we could have been at home beside the fire reading a good book. Ah , yes, and the wind and snow was blowing. The roads were slippery; parking was a challenge and the lineup long.

Oh, the pleasures of a good book.
~ lw