Love the Townsend reference. The ‘pumpkin spice’ nod made me giggle! We do indeed live life by measures, carefully weighing, counting as you go.
Great use of Fairy Godmother, the Reaper and our Lady of the Holy Death. It made me laugh though xxx.
If you give me innumerable lifetimes, you'll discover the innumerable methods of self-sabotaging.
This is a wonderful line - the idea that given another chance - more chances, the same mistakes would be repeated over and over again.
A really lovely turn in this piece - The craving for more time to do what you love, to lose yourself between pages.
This was an enjoyable read. What I liked most was the sheer juxtaposition of nonchalance towards life and the devout love you showed for reading. How some things pull at us, make us want to stay that little bit longer.
Did a recent guesstimate about how many books I could conceivably read in in my life (my average books read per year multiplied by the number of years I may have left)
Forty is not bad.
Love, someone a bit further along the path. 😉
Ha! You're right. I just didn't think I'd be around long enough to see it.
Love the Townsend reference. The ‘pumpkin spice’ nod made me giggle! We do indeed live life by measures, carefully weighing, counting as you go.
Great use of Fairy Godmother, the Reaper and our Lady of the Holy Death. It made me laugh though xxx.
If you give me innumerable lifetimes, you'll discover the innumerable methods of self-sabotaging.
This is a wonderful line - the idea that given another chance - more chances, the same mistakes would be repeated over and over again.
A really lovely turn in this piece - The craving for more time to do what you love, to lose yourself between pages.
This was an enjoyable read. What I liked most was the sheer juxtaposition of nonchalance towards life and the devout love you showed for reading. How some things pull at us, make us want to stay that little bit longer.
Lol, thank you! The grim reaper as a fairy godmother would make an interesting story, you should save that one.
Maybe there's a thin line between the recognizing our patterns on behavior, our "self-sabotaging" and amor fati.
Did a recent guesstimate about how many books I could conceivably read in in my life (my average books read per year multiplied by the number of years I may have left)
The number was shockingly low. Under 2500.
It's depressing isn't it. All the books that we'll never be able to read.