Robert is anxious that he will die before he finishes all the books he has at home. He said this morning: oh my, oh my, there is not enough time. I agree. I am reading Olga Masters and Hal Porter and there is The Count of Monte Cristo still waiting.
Robert left, carrying his book in a bag, high above his head, a trophy.
There is a man outside the window talking on his phone. He doesn’t know how loud he is. He says: I have a caravan and I’ll be staying in that. Don’t worry about it, I told you I have the van. It’ll do.
Then he closes his phone and goes into the bakery.
I am asked for To Kill a Mockingbird, Smoky Joe’s Café and Photoshop Elements 15.
Then: Charlotte’s Web, The Wounded Woman and The Big Sleep. A man is collecting the complete set of The Great Writers library, he tells me there are 52 books in the set and he once had them all but a careless friend stored them for him and got them wet. He looks at me bitterly.
He found four of them and placed them on the counter. He said he was still not going to read them; he just wanted them all back.
Two girls asked for the Divergent series.
A small boy asked for the Bear Grylls Mission Adventure series.
I am told that at least the weather is improving.
A vey young reader demonstrated for me how she can speed read and I am very impressed. At home she has her own reading chair and it’s really good and one of the best books ever written is Pippi Longstocking. She tells me she is going to read every book that is written, except for the ones that are not very good.