A strange thing happened to me last night.
I came home around 11, was about to read in bed for a while when I looked up at the bookshelves (groaning at me softly and insistently at the best of times) and…
I started spring cleaning.
Me.
Seriously.
I decided to readjust everything so the shelves on the right would only have ones I hadn’t read yet. Make it easier when I’m going to pick something new. I’d just finished the Alastair Cooke Letters From America 69-79 I mentioned earlier and, an hour later, when everything was reorganised and looking a bit more orderly I picked my new one – a creepy 1974 edition of Daphne du Maurier short stories:
Three things struck me.
(1) You’d run away with Julie Christie. You really would. Even crazy Julie Christie.
(2) There was a name inscribed on the inside – Judith C. Jones. I liked that. A bit of history. I wonder who she was, when she owned it, what she did…
(3) 1 down, 84 to go…
4 thoughts on “Don’t Look Now…”
Never read the short story but the film is the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. It must be watched:
a)alone
b)at night
c)about 3′ from the telly
for best effect.
And yes, I’d run away with Julie Christie.
So are you available to clean other peoples bookshelves? Or maybe help with house moves?
For you my dear, anything 🙂
Blogger book group? Please?
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