Narrating a book - reading it aloud to you - decants the text straight to my brain in a dream like quality. It is hard to describe in words. As I read I drift myself into the scenes. I become the characters in the play. It is a particularly intimate way of reading a book. Narrating. The words of the author have more impact. Does that make sense?
Today, Ratty in particular, is trying to understand why his friends leave him in late summer. Why they fly south. Getting all tetchy and bad tempered about it. Until he himself is tempted to the road by another story teller.
This story with it’s talk of travel and change - a thing I feel it personally, especially right now. I too feel the call to move.
But we are still in Illinois as I read today. Still in the cold Northern Hemisphere winter.
Have a lovely morning/day/evening
Did this chapter make you feel nostalgic or just sad. It made me feel a bit sad.
I will be back in a couple of days with Chapter Ten.
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And however you subscribe, I love you for it, thank you for spending the time to listen and catch up on some well earned rest.
Love celi
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