David is puzzled by a storm that hits his small town by the lake. Once it passes after a night, they emerge from the basement to check the damage, pretty much everything is in tatters. Once David heads to the store for supplies, a mist falls upon the city. No-one can leave, and no-one is getting out. There’s something in the mist but you wouldn’t dare to find out what.
I’ve been meaning to read Cloud Atlas ever since I saw the film a few months ago and I wasn’t disappointed. The book is (of course) so much more detailed and although it took me a week to read, I was always excited to get back to it, wondering what the next twist would be.
I’m going to take a post out of talking about books to talk about bookshops!
As a resident of the North, I rarely get chance to travel south down to London and look around – it’s usually a pass through, on to another train to a convention. But this last few days I’ve had chance to wander the (expensive) streets, and my first stop was Foyles at Charing Cross. I’d never been to Foyles and had heard numerous stories that made it sound like absolute words-on-a-page heaven. So as soon as I arrived in London I marched my family the whole thirty minute walk to find this wondrous store. Continue reading “My First Foyles Trip”
