All my life I have had a love affair with
books. I sleep with them cluttered on my bed in an unruly heap in the place of a
warm human form. I fall asleep with them cradled in my hand, or as is often the
case, I wake up with them falling on my face. Taking part in the Bendigo Writer’s
Festival is bringing many book associations to the fore of my thinking and stimulating
memories of bookish moments that are tucked away in my brain.
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