Is there any writer more original and poetic? Earthly Paradise, a large anthology of Colette's writings is probably the book I would take with me to that desert island...here are some opening lines of hers which I think are brilliant:
I have not had to go out of my way to be let in on masculine secrets.
Always up at dawn and sometimes before the day, my mother attached particular importance to the cardinal points of the compass, as much for the good as for the harm they might bring.
It was the reflected glow of your blazing line along the terrace O geraniums, and yours, O foxgloves, springing up amid the coppice, that gave my childish cheeks their rosy warmth.
Which book would be your desert island choice?
Thank you so much for your encouraging and helpful comments on yesterday's post, and for staying with me and my February posts!
I am missing my camera, especially as it snowed gorgeously today, and by the way - do you think they have taken the malt out of Maltesers?