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Bloody nice, Max. Reminded me of the Boans Book Library when I was a toddler. Mother was always a reader - quantity not quality. Altho Steinbeck and Hemingway were in the mix over the years. No poetry other than Hilaire Belloc's Cautionary Tales :-) Andrew PS: Off to New Zealand in the morning. Two weeks - Wellington, Dunedin and Christ Church. <https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail> This email has been sent from a virus-free computer protected by Avast. www.avast.com <https://www.avast.com/sig-email?utm_medium=email&utm_source=link&utm_campaign=sig-email&utm_content=webmail> <#DDB4FAA8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2> On 3 February 2016 at 18:01, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Reading Matter > > The town Free Library was too far. > From a local shop much nearer us > my mother read, for a shilling > or so a time, ‘women’s books’. > > Came the day when: Would I > return them when I cycle past, > and get some more? - How will > I know what you’ve read already? > > Son, you’ve noticed for months > my usual reading matter, > even looked inside some. > If in doubt, bring George Sava. > > She only had an afternoon hour > to read anything at all. > I watched her slippers lift > and settle on the sunporch stool, > > the pages turn, sunlight shift > slowly towards evening. > Almost an hour in, she’d say: > Have I read this already? > > Page one you’d think had told her. > Old George still turns up in junk shops. > Bland doctor’s stories for middle-brows. > Retired, I read my afternoons away, > > serious demanding stories, some > by doctors. Almost an hour in, > however, I pull back, often: > Have I read this already? -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ Books available through Walleah Press http://walleahpress.com.au