Several things were raised by people who visited my blog yesterday, so I thought I would answer them all for today's post.
First of all Donna Tartt's 'The Goldfinch', which I believe reached number 5 on the Best Seller list. A friend, S, lent it to me and I must say I am finding it a struggle. I think I rather agree with Rachel who says that Donna Tartt always seems to use one thousand words where any other writer would only use five hundred. It is certainly not the best book I have read this year, but I shall soldier on.
The same friend, S, also lent me 'The Miniaturist' by Jessie Burton. Now that I really did enjoy - so much so that I intend to read it again. It is so well written and such a gripping story - if you get a chance to read it, please do.
The other issue raised by readers of my blog is the issue of mistletoe. I love it - I love to see it growing on apple trees although it is a parasite and I presume that the growers in Hereford and Worcester are happy for the trees to die if they get a good crop of mistletoe at Christmas. Certainly driving through the county there are many orchards which seem to be given over entirely to its growing.
Now to the weather, which has taken a decidedly wintry turn here, and I understand we are faring much better than those further North. There is a strong, bitterly cold gale blowing and although the sun is shining in a pale, wintry sky, every now and then clouds rush in and we get a wintry squall. There is a strong urge to keep warm on my part especially when Heather reminded me of the 'old days' when the inside of our bedroom windows used to freeze up each morning.
Finally to last night's snooker final, which was absolutely gripping. It is a sport which usually leaves me cold, but when the underdog (Trump) comes from 9/4 down to level pegging (when the winner was the first to reach 10) I put my book down and watch. The favourite (O'Sullivan) did finally triumph, but not before Trump gave him a scare (as he admitted in his victory speech).