My justification for buying more books

There was a point last week when I was about to start a new book and I had a moment of doubt. Would I be able to get into it? It had been so long since I read a book for fun and not for my university course, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to focus or fully absorb myself into the narrative.

Then I got into it like always and, obviously, got so obsessed I couldn’t think of anything else for two days.

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Us by David Nicholls

There’s a chapter in Us by David Nicholls when the narrator stops and retells his story from the point of view of the other key characters. It’s an interesting bit because it clarified something that was in the back of my mind while I was reading the novel, which is how rare it is to hear this kind of story, the story of the breakdown and rebuilding of a marriage and a father/son relationship, from the particular point of view of the narrator of Us.

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Nostalgia and Playgrounds

Whenever I’m in the car, or (more rarely) walking around, and we pass by a soft play centre or a playground I always feel nostalgic. It’s a strange feeling, as sometimes the sight of it triggers slightly buried memories, like birthday parties at the soft play people use to go to when I was little (I think it might have closed down) and going to the local playground and corner shop every Saturday (actually better than it used to be).

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