Why is reading such a pleasure? With all the other things we could do to entertain ourselves, why does a good book still grip our imaginations and our hearts? What does it offer that nothing else can beat?
Today I’m puzzling this out on the Literary Sofa, which is the blog of Isabel Costello. Her name might sound familiar because she was a recent guest on The Undercover Soundtrack. Today she’s invited me to her cosily-named online home. Bring tea and cushions.
#1 by Alexander M Zoltai on November 4, 2017 - 8:44 pm
Reblogged this on Notes from An Alien and commented:
If it’s Roz Morris, it’s gotta be good š