Books in the Bathroom.

Here is the lsit of books currently housed in the bathroom, ( I like to read in the bath). All but one has been read. I'll start with that one, the rest run in no particular order:

The Story of Forgetting, Stefan Merrill Block
A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini
The Last Gospel, David Gibbins
I Never Fancied Him Anyway, Claudia Carroll
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
The Island, Victoria Hislop
The Ambler Warning, Robert Ludlum
The Woman in the Fifth, Douglas Kennedy
The Bookshop, Penelope Fitzgerald
The Book Of Answers, Carol Bolt
The Other Side Of You, Sally Vickers
The New Testament And Psalms, ( the one you used to get handed out free at school)
When Will There Be Good News, Kate Atkinson
The Brutal Art, Jesse Kellerman
The Road Not Taken And Other Poems, Robert Frost
The House At Riverton, Kate Morton
The Jesus Dynasty, James D. Tabor
The God Delusion, Richard Dawkins.

And last but by no means least...Collins Concise Dictionary & Thesaurus.

Do you think the bathroom is a strange place to house a mini library? I don't. There is little room left elsewhere for storing my books. I have downscaled tremendously, but I miss them. My books are the gateways to other worlds. My escapism. It's the ultimate experience for the curious voyeur into the minds, lives, thoughts and ideas of others.
And if I take an hour or two out in a crowded house, it's to the bathroom that I will head. Watch the bubbles multiply as the bath fills with warm water. Lock the door. Forget the stresses and strains of the mundane, of work, of being a mother, a partner, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a counsellor, a brute.

When I had my son almost 13 years ago now, my Mother gave me some words of wisdom, " No matter what, never forget you." And so sometimes , that's where I am, in the bathroom with the door locked. Don't be offended if you knock and I don't answer. I'm just being me.