We have a big, nerve racking day tomorrow, so to take my mind off it I’ve been keeping myself creatively busy all day, I find the process of creating something soothing and in that definition of creating something I include reading. I can’t remember who said this (it may have been Stephen King) but the reader does alot of the work when reading a book, filling in the gaps in the page to create a picture in their head. So, I’m still very firmly in the 17th century, unfortunately though still stuck in a plague enclosed hostelry in Rome where the main character is proving to have an overly melodramatic turn of phrase and the other characters are still walking around talking in lists or in history lectures and often both. Imprimatur is still proving hard going but I want to know who did it (although I’m not totally sure I’m going to understand who did it when I get there – please nobody tell me). There was one unintentionally (intentional?) moment in today’s reading though, as I managed to get more or less to the half way point of the book wondering if I should be taking written notes like I’m doing with my 17th non-fiction reading at the moment, the first paragraph of the chapter Day the Seventh read;
Even in those days overburdened with emotion, there would sometimes arise and keep turning in my mind an edifying maxim which the old lady who had so lovingly educated and instructed me was wont to chant, as one does with children: never leave a book half-read.
That’s told me then.

