A New Book

Back along the river, at the last day of the week, his mind felt empty again. Strangely enough, as so much had happened just in a few days, and he was learning and working on some new things that would probably be very useful later that summer. But the emotions were a bit blocked, in a good way. So he walked quickly, got back home, made a warm cup of tea, and sat down in his favorite chair with a new book. It was by a new author he had discovered by coincidence in the book store a few days ago, as he was walking out of the shop but a cover suddenly caught his attention, and he walked over to the book shelf to have a closer look.
And as he opened up a random page, the sentences quickly drew him in, and the emotion behind them felt firm and balanced, and made him want to read more. The woman at the counter had smiled and told him: “That is a really good book. A new author.”
He said: “Thank you,” and when he got home he put the book on the small reading table next to his chair in the corner, next to the window and the book shelves in the living room.
He started reading and was drawn into the story again, just like the first time. A story of two old men meeting at the end of their lives in a sunny square, and their perspectives were contrasting between a practical type and a more introverted type, with a little hint of the special friendship and relationship which that created. It was by a new author, but it felt like he had written some books before, there was something in the tone that was different from most first time books. And he kept reading for a while, before taking the first little sip of tea.


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