Sunsets. The moon rising over the ocean. The sound of little boys giggling. The kindness of strangers. Rock pools. Good health. Reading a well-turned phrase. Serendipity.
A visit to the local secondhand bookstore over the holidays wasn’t enough (bagging Malouf, Lessing, Armanno, Lewycka, Modjeska, Murakami, Astley); we fell into the Lifeline Bookfest on the weekend. I think we came home with about 100 books. The joy was in stumbling into titles that have always been on the “to-read” list: Silent Spring. […]
