Monday, 7 March 2011

Read all about it

They descended like locusts on the remaining copies of Half of a Yellow Sun.

I started a stampede at The Enchanted Village quilting group when I told the assembled ladies I had a few books to give away.

Hands shot up and there were chants of 'mine, mine, mine.' I emerged from the ensuing scrum shaken, a bit tousled but none the worse for my ordeal.

I handed them out at the village post office, to the girls from the book club, to some intellectual types from a PR agency and to work colleagues. I posted them to my four siblings and to my mother.

It was a great feeling.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x


  1. I used to love lending books to friends so they could read them and then we could talk about the characters and their stories, but then one girl I lent a book to returned it to me with spilled tea all over the front cover. She offered to buy me another one, but I told her not to worry about it. Truthfully, the book wasn't one of my favorites - it was still good -, but it was the principle of it. Ever since then, I rarely lend books out unless I'm confident the borrower will bring it back to me in the same condition before they borrowed it.

  2. Well, if that's as good as it gets, I'd say it's pretty good. Sounds like a successful event.


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