![]() And while I’m hesitant to make any promises about upping my blogging game (we are, after all, living through a global pandemic), there’s something about both the beginning of spring, and September being so synonymous with the start of a new school year that has stirred in my belly the dream of a fresh start and a want and a hope to start and writing once more. Regular readers of this blog may well have noticed a lag in the frequency of my posts. ![]() ![]() And in something of a double blow to a book blogger like myself, not only has my readiness to read taken a hit so too has my inclination to blog about the books that I’ve been reading. But alas, first came the bushfires, and then Covid hit, and while I’ve had more time on my hands than I ever thought I would in my adult life, I’ve found my attention span has suffered somewhat at all the extra hours I’ve been afforded. I had not only planned to explore more of Australia I too had aspired to read more books, more authors and more classics than ever before. ![]() Like many people, I had high hopes for 2020. ![]()
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