Flying

For many years, I dreamt that I could fly. First, I was circling over a river but soon learned to swoop down and fly under the bridge. Years later, I began to fly inside buildings. Was it freedom to captivity? I have not had any flying dreams for several years, and rarely dream at all.

Not the best of days

Still recovering from surgery on the 15th of April and under stress. Completely at loss from not knowing what to do.

The Angels Game

Finished reading THE ANGEL'S GAME by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Just as SHADOW OF THE WIND the novel is beautifully written but differs in content and style. The author takes you through the dark streets of Barcelona and the dark side of David Martin's mind as he struggles with his obsessions. Zafon managed to depict human nature in its rawest form.

Dark and mystical, gothic style novels are not my usual choice for reading....but loved every page and its many memorable lines including the exquisitely written eulogy.