Looking for a job, having job interviews without any answer, standing next to my phone with the hope that it rings...well, it's not the best.
But these days have something good.
I read. A lot.
The smell of a new book that is different from the one of an old, the sound of the pages, the beginning of a new chapter...
Thanks to them, I go everywhere.
While I read, I think about the story and nothing else. I always identify with the girl-main-character, and, of course, Mr is the boy-main-character.
In this summer I fall in love with Fannie Flagg's books ( ), because the places she describes, are exactly where I want to live.
I read about Sherlock Holmes's investigations, Ester Prynne's shame, MiMi's great heart...
Why do I tell you this?
Well, one of my cousins, Mrs Fogg, on Facebook, links a wonderful page... and the good of these days comes into my head...