Last night I turned the final pages of All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. It was a really profound read. And the strangest thing kept happening to me…every time I picked it up, and began to read, I had the sudden yearning to write. So much so, that for the first time, I started to write a book review long before I’d finished it.
The urge to write has been building for a few days now. Really, I shouldn’t have ignored it for as long as I did – but life got in the way, as it always does. I’m terribly sorry.
Throughout most of my childhood, I had been told I had an ‘old soul’. I grew up around a lot of adults, had a lot of personal responsibility as a teenager, and (so my mother tells me) took on the challenges of burgeoning adulthood with a maturity far beyond my years. So it’s a little bit ironic, really, that I now quite enjoy partaking in a few more ‘childish’ activities.
It seems as if, almost over night, Spring has sprung. The air is full of the buzzing of bees and the calls of birds, the trees and flowers are looking spectacular, and most importantly – it’s a breezy and balmy 25 degrees! This is honestly my favourite weather.
This morning I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, running 10 kilometres…Not for the first time, but for the first time in a couple of years. I’m a bit sad that this morning is over, if I’m being honest.
So…how exactly does one write a book review?
I bet you thought you’d have to wait another 8 months before my next recipe post, hey? That’s how long it was between the last two…how terribly slack of me. But I promised you a savoury recipe, and I wanted to deliver. This lasagna is amazing. You can’t say I don’t keep my promises!