Richard Holmes is one of my favorite writers, all since I first read his Footsteps, about his journey with the Romantics. Later I read his Shelley, The Pursuit, and I was in love. Holmes became an auto buy. When I read The Age of Wonder, a hundred times, I wept. And now I am reading this book, which is late coming. I bought it for my sister in 2013 as a Christmas present. And well, that was the year my life turned into the whirlwind of circumstances I could not master. Now I am catching up all the books I really wanted to read at that time and never purchased. I have bought them all, though this one was a gift from a sister. I am loved.
There is a feeling about life that I choose now.
It knows no shame.
