I like books.
I’m a regular at the local library and get through about two books every couple of weeks. But the last time I went to drop off my stash they were closed. And it transpired they weren’t to reopen because of the fucking virus.
What was I to do? Here I was with nothing to read, and seeing as I tend to read myself to sleep, I had the prospect of months of sleepless nights. This was almost as bad a prospect as no coffee shop.
But then I remembered I had a couple of really thick books that I hadn’t read in a while, Even better I discovered there was a third book making up a trilogy so I ordered that online and started to read the first two.
So since that day back in March when the Madness descended on the world I have been reading The Kingsbridge Trilogy by Ken Follett – the best part of three thousand pages!
I finished the third book last night.
I hear the library is opening for the first time today.
Good timing, huh?