Just finished a delightful little book with a long title: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer. The entire book took the form of letters. I didn't think I would like it. A book made of letters sounded hard to read. I was wrong. In fact I enjoyed it so much, it has left me with a compulsion to write letters, or at least write in letter form. There is something romantic about a letter, don't you think?
Have you noticed the general lack of activity on this blog (is that presumptuous of me to ask?)? I know it is silly of me to assume you would take notice of something so small. I ask only because it is something I have noticed. I can't say it is because I have had nothing to say or because I have been too busy. I think it is more that I'm not sure how to say what I want to say and so I say nothing at all.
I am going to try to change that. Hopefully you will be hearing from me again soon.