I've had to spend half of the last week in bed so, it was lovely to get to the book
festival - literally a hop and a skip from me by taxi - to see Joe
Sacco, so charming and interesting. I was given Palestine as a gift ten years ago, I still dip into it. I opened it last night and a bookmark my nephew had made a few years ago fell out (that is the loveliness of a paper book). The festival has deckchairs in the garden with
authors' quotes: I liked Margaret Atwood's from The Blind Assassin:
'The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.'
I've finished
Filippo Bologna's The Parrots, a shortish book, harder to tell on Kindle,
but I was stopping and starting in my usual way, so it took me a couple of
weeks. A long time since a book has made me laugh out loud so much. And I feel like David Attenborough as I can now tell a herring
gull (pink legs) from a lesser black-backed gull (slightly smaller, darker,
yellow legs) from watching the birds in the garden.
