I think that's something Bertie Wooster used to say about his fearsome aunts, wasn't it? That they were in full voice like a pack of hunting dogs? Anyway. I can speak again. But the funny thing is I got used to not talking and apparently I am not as chatty as usual, according to Ken Cannon on our walk this morning.
NOT THAT ANY OF THIS IS THE POINT OF THIS BLOG POST.
I wanted to post the column here. I've been thinking lately what a shame it is that some books disappear--like the lovely picture book Dora's Box. So I wrote a piece about it. I don't feel very satisfied with it, actually, but I guess some columns are just gonna feel like that.
I'd be interested in hearing of a book (in-print or out) that mattered to you.