What have I been doing?

So posts have slowed, to less than a trickle. Why? You might well ask. For a host of reasons, all of which are in one way or another tied to the following fact: this coming Sunday, we are leaving Australia, not just for a holiday, but for several years. We are taking the kids on a whirlwind month of travel (to places as varied at Malaysia, the UK, a Mediterranean island in Croatia, Munich for Oktoberfest and glorious Tuscany), and at the very end of September we will land in Toronto, Canada. The move is exciting but - Oh Goodness! - it has also kept us EXTREMELY busy, particularly as all of our organising has had to fit around the demanding needs of our three month old Lulu and 22 month old Iggy. So I'm afraid Bibliofilly has taken a bit of a back seat.

However: here I am, less than two days from getting on that plane, and everything seems to be more or less in place for our departure. So in the hope and expectation that I will be posting a review before we leave, here is a delectable fragment from a book I read earlier in the month:

"...When you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood, or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale screen. To transform these icons into characters and events, you must imagine. And when you imagine, you create. It's in being read that a book becomes a book, and in each of a million different readings a book becomes one of a million different books, just as an egg becomes one of potentially a million different people when it's approached by a hard-swimming and frisky school of sperm. Readers don't work for writers. They work for themselves. Therein, if you'll excuse the admittedly biased tone, lies the richness of reading."

Who wrote this? If you can guess I will announce your name on the next blog post. Oh, what a prize! What riches! What fame!

Meet you back here soon.