You know how, when you love the taste of a food, you gobble it up and somehow forget to fully enjoy it?
Have you ever had that experience with a book?
Right now I am forcing myself to slow down and savour reading The Wolf Wilder by Katherine Rundell.
Snow. Russia. Wolves. Adventure. A girl called Feo.
I have never in my life used the word ‘glorious’ to describe a book, but The Wolf Wilder is truly glorious.
It’s the kind of book that urges you, with love, to be a better writer.
I started reading it this morning, curled up in bed, with a mug of tea. Rain was hammering at the windows. J was downstairs listening to the radio, baking a chocolate cake.
All was right with the world.