Tale Weaver – #277 – Reading – 28th May



As Grandad aged it became obvious to us that his love of reading was beginning to fade.

It wasn’t he grew sick of reading but rather his eyesight was not getting any better and he struggled to stay awake when he tried to read.

He’d often be found sitting in his chair, a book on his chest, his eyes shut and a gentle snore would emit from his lips.

All his life he had been an avid reader, he had beside his bed a bookcase in which he stored the new books he’d purchase on line. He said he liked to know he had new novels to select from, and in fact it was the choice of novel he liked best.

Sometimes it would be crime fiction, sometimes some historic fiction he even delved into the occasional romantic account of some person’s life, as he’d say variety is the spice…

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