One of the goals of this sabbatical — for the self-employed, independent writer in this scenario, namely — was time to read for pleasure. And so, based on a good lead (a gift certificate, actually), we recently made our first visit to Armchair Books.
R tracked down The 39 Steps, published in 1915; E managed to find a copy of a slim volume that our Cuckoo Flat hosts had left for their guests’ reference, called Scots Dictionary, 2007 ed., originally published in 1995. Also this visit, Our First Rankin, 2003’s A Question of Blood.
We’ll trade off the Rankin and the Steps by Sunday..hang on a tick…what’s this? Ah! A fresh-from-the-armchair critical review, uttered minutes ago as R finished the century-old title: “It was fun, but the Hitchcock film is much better.”
It doesn’t get much more sabbatically than this, people.
*Any, but that was an easy one