As you know, I do not have very good health. When it is time for me to sit quietly with a shawl and a cup of tea on the sofa, I long to have something healing that I might read. I mean, a book that is written softly, with lovely imagery and kind-hearted characters, so it goes gentle over my bones and my spirit.
These are not always so easy to find, and the ones I have, which I so treasure, have been read until their covers are faded and falling apart. And there are times when even they have too many words. Then I must rely on film instead.