An explosion of tulips in a neighbour’s garden, snapped by Blackberry.
While I was sick in bed, all the leaf buds on trees decided to unfurl, the apple and cherry blossoms bloomed and the tulips popped open like goblets. Walking on my usual route to Summertown for coffee one sunny morning, I suddenly noticed…
It’s good. Spring and summer in southern England are definitely something to get excited about. Winter, on the other hand…gah. I swear if it wasn’t for the kids schools I’d consider spending winters in Australia…
I’m almost 4500 words into Joshua book 3 and I’m already a little overwhelmed by the grip Josh’s psyche has on me. If Josh begins book 2 with a big emotional load, it’s even more intense with book 3. Now that I know the age of some of the readers -including my six-year old daughter – I wonder what they will make of these complex emotions.
Don’t read book 3 until you are at least 10, kids!
Josh has choices and problems that would flumox an adult, but has to deal with them with the experience of a teenage boy. In this one he’s so far above his head that he’s ill-equipped to even debate the issue. Actually that makes it easier. There’s almost no dialectic going on; Josh knows exactly what he wants – from his gut.
Ah but cruel author. Josh can never have what he wants. Or can he…?
