I finished "The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry", for maybe the third (?) time. Every time I read it (or any book read more than once), I can easily return to the images I've created in my mind...the locations, characters all look the same to me. But, also each time I read, I get something new, something different. I love that about a good book.
Now I'm off to England again, to the story behind my beloved Winnie-the-Pooh childhood experience. This book belonged to my mom and as often the case, it is pristine, except for the yellowing in the front cover. This because my mom had the habit of cutting out the L.A. Times book review and tucking it inside. So, I started with that. I wasn't sure I would like this book...I thought I may want to leave my childhood experience to itself. But, I decided to give it a try and I am enjoying it. Last night's read included a tour of the property, including the 500 Acre Wood and the Pooh Sticks bridge.
Both books have a map. Yay! Both books have a lot of walking. So, of course last night my dreams were filled with walking...miles and miles of walking! I was lost (which may or may not be true) and then I sort of found my way. But, the walking...I woke up tired! I can't speak as much for the Christopher Milne book, as I've just started it, but I do highly recommend the Harold Fry book. Plus, this time around while reading the interview conversation with Rachel Joyce in the back of the book, a few of the ideas about the art of writing really stood out. That was fun.
May you stitch, read and wander...