It’s a quick one tonight as my husband has finished for the holidays, and we’re off out for a lovely meal (well, I hope it’s a lovely meal), and I probably won’t feel like blogging when I get back. This is where the scheduling comes in very handy.
Now for ‘Branwell Bronte’s Barbers Tale’ by Chris Firth. Yes, I’ve finally started it. And it’s looking good. I am soaking up the atmosphere of George MacCraw’s barbers shop and the hideous weather. I can even imagine the light in the shop and smell the fish reeking off fat David. It’s going to be an enjoyable read I think, though the text is a bit small for my myopic eyes (out with the Deidre Barlows, the magnifying ones)
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of Branwell writing ‘Wuthering Heights’ and wish this could be proved. But very much doubt it, even if the evidence was indisputable , the Emily fans would never have it… Still, it won’t hinder my enjoyment of the book