wow. just wow.
Oh my god, this made me cry. Thumping heart, sweet and stinging.
When the kids are goneI shall sit quietly, andread, amid those shelves.
I want to move there. No questions asked. I would cook for my literary supper. Yes I would.
It brought tears to my eyes too. I can see my son doing something like that. Thank you, Elizabeth for showing us this.
Wow.And btw, I adore the look of your blog right now. The colors. That beautiful photo of Sophie.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for such an inspiring clip. To know that such a place still exists is... oh, well, it restores my faith in humans. Still, at 1:20, I freaked out a bit. His younger self looks pretty much like the bearded president of a republic south of the USA. Here's a clue. I was born in the aforementioned republic. :-)Greetings from London.
There was something so beautiful about seeing the picture of him in his youth, and then seeing him now, gaped tooth and white of beard, speaking with such acceptance of the life he lives, but did not choose. Such is the power of love, be it books or children (or both).