The phrase ‘Getting lost in a book” is familiar and true. It applies to reading and writing a book.
‘It’s a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.’
Their world is more real than my own when I’m writing.
My current reading matter is taking me away to Tudor England (C.J. Sansom’s Tombland), 21st-century Nigeria (Oyinkan Braithwaite’s My Sister, The Serial Killer), 20th-century Canada (Michael Crummey’s Sweetland) and into Kerry Hudson’s memoir Lowborn about growing up in Britain’s poorest towns. It’s a privilege to time-travel and shape-shift in this way.
How are you getting lost at the moment?
In your writing and in your reading?
For no other reason, than it has the right title and it’s charming and romantic: