"[Mum] read to us most days, and occasionally all day - from breakfast to dinner, stopping only for cups of rooibos tea, to tell Ruth what part of the house to clean, and for lunch, munched between paragraphs. The books were always books that also interested her: Joan Aiken, C.S. Lewis, Ursula K. Le Guin, Peter Dickenson, Lucy Boston, Rudyard Kipling, J.R.R. Tolkien. Books with vast, rich stories that swallowed you into their worlds. Books that left you, when the last page had been turned and the dust, flies, and mind-numbing heat resurfaced in your consciousness, pining for the characters like left-behind friends."
From Twenty Chickens for a Saddle by Robyn Scott.
