Today is World Book Day in Norway and a host of other countries - not Ireland and the UK, where books are celebrated in early March. Not sure why it's called WORLD Book Day then but as I think every day should be a Book Day, I'm not going to complain.Coincidentally, yesterday I mentioned in passing to D2’s teacher that I was a member of a Book Club. She thought this was funny as she associates book clubs with people of her mother’s generation. The teacher is maybe three or four years younger than me, and is married with two kids. It seems I’ve just outed myself as an old fogey.
Well I’m out and I’m proud. I love books with almost as much passion as I love my family; that’s a lotta passion. My monthly book club gathering is the highlight of my social life. Really. (I say really, as I realise that this may sound unconvincing - OK sad even - to some.) I can’t imagine trying to sleep at night without reading at least a few pages first. D1 is now the same; she’s currently into a series of books called Horrible Histories.
I’m reading ‘The Welsh Girl’ by Peter Ho Davies. What are you reading?