I don’t know about you, but I’m finding it impossible to concentrate for any length of time during these bleak times. I don’t think I’ve ever watched so much rolling news, listened to as many radio news bulletins or checked for updates on social media so frequently. My nails are bitten down to the quick, my mood has been ricocheting between sorrow, anger and disbelief and among other things my reading has suffered. I can’t seem to still my mind for long enough to engage.
I might not be getting much reading done but on Friday, stunned by the shock waves of Brexit, I sought solace walking around the streets of Haverfordwest, trying to summon some interest in the charity shop bookshelves. I picked these up in dribs and drabs from the multitude of charity shops that fill the town now that many of the bigger chains have headed out but it’s all a bit of a blur.
I was really pleased to find these in The Works, I think a Reykjavik Murder Mystery or two is about all I can handle right now.