This morning I forgot the concept of fog and it led to an interesting experience.
I woke up and looked out the window and thought, ‘the clouds look like it might snow’ and then a few minutes later I thought, ‘actually it’s more like the *potential* for snow has drifted downwards and is hanging over the park’ and then I thought ‘no, not the potential for snow, more like a dispersed gaslike coldness made up of very small particles…’ and THEN finally I remembered the concept of fog. 😂
On the basis of this experience I feel like I understand a bit better how people might have seen the world before they understood weather systems.😁
I read quite a lot of books last week, but several of them were very short. Most of them were novels – I seem to be on a fiction drive at the moment.
There were a few that were disappointing, which was a shame, and one or two surprises. So without further ado, here are this week’s reviews.
2016 was seriously the best year I’ve had for books in ages. Despite it not being a great year for, well, pretty much everything else globally.
But in times like these, you grab what happiness you can get, right? So here are my favourite non-fiction books of 2016.
the sky is
the fields are sometimes, too;
it is England, after all
view upon view, an expanse of
dusty hues –
the sorts of colours you might find
locked up in an attic, unused
Oh 2016, I am greatly enjoying the books you send my way.
Weatherland was sent to me for review by the good folks at Thames & Hudson. It is basically the most English book ever written: charting the history of a country’s art and literature through its weather.