Autumn?
Turning leaves?
Smoky hearths?
Warm beer?
Sweaters and corduroy?
Must be time for some Orwell.
I can happily claim Orwell as my favourite author yet I am also happy to admit that I have still
not read all his works.
There was much about this book that I just loved.
I loved the nostalgia.
I loved the moments when it simply reached out of the page and touched my consciousness.
I loved the slightly acidic humour.
I even loved the feel of the copy I was reading.
He has yet to fail me.
