Isn’t it great how a book can totally absorb you into it’s pages and characters, and you can struggle to put the book down and carry on with your every day life? Well, I think it’s great. That’s how I feel about the book I am reading now, ‘Something might happen’ by Julie Myerson. I bought the book a little while back for 50p in a charity shop. Even better when it only cost you a tiny percentage of the recommended retail price, and your money is going towards charity!
The story begins with a brutal murder in a sleepy England seaside town. The murder certainly awakes and shakes the town. The victim was a mother, a wife, a friend, and a daughter, and as the story unravels the reader witnesses how her murder has affected the lives of the people she has left behind. I love the way Julie Myerson writes with honesty and sensitivity, and observations so clear and poignant that you feel as if you are inside the pages of the book. So I’m having trouble closing the book and leaving the story behind!
Last night my parents and I ordered a Chinese take-away. Sadly my nan is in hospital again, and after a day of visiting her my mother was too tired to cook. Kung Po Chicken and Singapore noodles were piled on my plate, with my book strategically placed next to it. The height of bad manners, I know, to read at the table, but my parents didn’t seem to mind as I stole sneaky glances at the pages.
After dinner I retired to my bedroom to watch ‘The Brits 2008 Awards'. Predictably it was full of drunken acceptance speeches and the wrong introductions, not to mention lots of swearing from the presenters, The Osbournes. What did you expect with them presenting?! Hardly well known for their politeness, are they. The family of Ozzy Osbourne, he whose teeth once ripped off a bats head on stage. Nice. I’ll stick to my noodles thanks.
Anyway, despite Take That winning awards (I have a soft spot for them) and Kylie and Amy Winehouse performing (everyone loves Kylie, don’t they? And that Amy Winehouse is growing on me, rather like her beehive hairstyle keeps growing on her), I was still distracted by my book and I kept missing chunks of the programme.
The show finished, bathtime was a quick dip, and bedtime meant I could wrap my duvet around me and snuggle up to my book and lamp. I dread to think what time I finally closed the book and decided I couldn’t stay awake any longer.
As you can imagine, it was even harder than usual to prise myself out of my bed this morning. I was a little behind schedule, and raced around like a loony. It didn’t help matters that three of us were trying to use the bathroom at the same time and kept colliding into each other. I was in a rush to catch my three trains, and my parents were in a rush to be ready for more workmen. The new kitchen has been installed and what a beauty it is, now we are having new flooring laid and new wallpaper hung. And never let it be said that my parents aren’t creatures of habit – we are having exactly the same wallpaper in the kitchen as the wallpaper we had before.
I practically ran to the station to catch my first train, looking forward to reading my next chapter. But I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to not notice the pretty pink blossom appearing on the trees. Yippee, at this rate it will be springtime before we know it.
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