a book calling for me. For several weeks. Suddenly it came to my mind, "Oh, that You have not read in a long time." And then I forgot it again.
But not for long.
falls Again and again, to me. I know it almost by heart, read it so many times and more and more images appear before my eyes.
I've seen, where it is. There it waits for me. Until I resist the call no more.
yet I read another one that would not interrupt me. And actually, even after waiting for the next new book on me. I do not know what I choose going next. The new unknown or old friend.
I like to delay that date. To feel like the call is getting louder, as it almost pulls me.
I will read differently than the first time The first time many many years ago, I read it avidly. What's next, what happens now? More more more.
If I now once again expand, it offers no surprises. I will know what happened on the following pages how the story ends.
But he does nothing of its charm. I will still laugh, cry, cheer, be there.
I look forward to my old friends. On the sly Hazel, the sensitive Fiver, the courageous Bigwig, and all the others that I will join her on her long journey and their dangerous adventures.
Soon ... soon I'm back in Watership Down .
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