The Lady in the Glove Box

  When I wait for her to do a spot of shopping I wait in it. When she’s getting ready to go out, I wait in it too, the sun like a lamp., with my stash of magazines: New Yorkers, National Geographics and that lady in the glove box, Olive Kitteridge. It is my loo, my library, my study, My five-seated reading room, My Chapman’s Homer. My car really takes me places.     Continue reading The Lady in the Glove Box

Where I Most Like to Read

  Whenever I go to the Health Clinic or the bank for a transaction or the shopping centre in the days approaching Easter or Xmas I always take a book with me in case I have to join a queue. A long wait without a book or magazine can be onerous. I read in other places too — libraries, on buses, in my bedroom but when I have a chunk of reading ahead of me — say, the last third of a novel — I dash down to the bank, the clinic or the shopping mall in search of the … Continue reading Where I Most Like to Read