Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 24 May 2017
Last weekend, I finished reading a novel. I will not tell you which one I read, it will be a surprise for a future post. A few weeks ago, I could not choose what to read, so I picked up the two books that were interesting me the most and asked Blonde Tickler who was visiting us with her parents which one I should choose. So she decided for me. When you cannot decide, surrendering to the ideas of a child is a way like any other to go forward with things. But it means that I will soon need to choose a new book to read. New books in fact, for the weeks and months ahead. Seasonal books, as I read seasonal. And, believe it or not, but I found my bookshelves somewhat deprived in summery books. I will however try to behave and read what I have yet to read here, before buying more. Right now, I am getting through some plays until I decide of some longer work. Then I don't know. I might ask Blonde Tickler again.