Like me, he is a heavy-set man: a man whom food and the passing years have taken somewhat by surprise. But for him the extra weight has settled more evenly across his body. I carry a beach ball filled with sand round my waist, whereas Raimo’s excess energy has spread evenly across his body like butter on a slice of bread.
Antti Tuomainen. The Man Who Died
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The perfect holiday for a lifelong reader is one with a stack of books and few distractions. Retiring after three decades as a bookseller, I look forward to reading my way through the stacks and shelves and lists of books waiting for me.
This blog will be something of a grab bag or commonplace book of reviews, quotations, notes on the history of books, the contemporary book trade, and anything connected with books and language. Reading is a great pleasure. Thinking and talking about books multiplies and intensifies that pleasure.
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