Friday, 7 November. Concarneau is empty. The lighted clock in the Old Town glows above the ramparts; it is five minutes to eleven. The tide is in, and the south-westerly gale is slamming the boats …| This Reading Life
No one noticed what was happening. No one suspected that something serious was taking place in the small station’s waiting room, where only six passengers sat dejectedly among odours of coffee, bee…| This Reading Life
After a decade hosting the worldwide blogging event, 20 Books of Summer, Cathy @746 books has decided it is time to pass the baton. I have been with Cathy and the 20 Books Of community since 2…| This Reading Life