I am packing today for two training days out in the big wide world and a day in London on the way home, so about ten hours of train travel ahead this week, and for reasons I feel sure you will all understand I am thinking far more about the reading than the clothes (clothes =what I'm standing up in and a few spares) and here's the dilemma...
There can be no more exciting picture ever to grace a blog than one of a book on the kitchen scales, but I travel very very light these days and have the Kindle with hundreds of books ready and waiting, but what if I get on the train and the only book that will do is The Virgin in the Garden??
I'm 340 pages in, about 220 to go and though I could race through it and probably finish it before I go tomorrow, I am enjoying it so much I want to savour it... but then if I don't take it with me I know I'd have it to look forward to when I get home.
But what if I am holed up in the hotel room near Luton (yes really) and the ONLY book I want to read is The Virgin in the Garden??
What if nothing on the Kindle holds the same appeal??
What if this is the only book that will defend my inner optimist against the onslaught of safeguarding and child protection training days??
I am so involved in the lives of Stephanie and Daniel (just getting married) and Frederica, and poor brother Marcus and their cantankerous father Bill and long-suffering mother Winifred and then there's the philandering Alexander and the rather creepy Matthew Crowe, and words like 'pusillanimous' and 'sussurant' and the colour 'incarnidine' to describe Stephanie's blushing face...
So do I take it or leave it??
Do you have this trouble??
Could you decide for me please...