A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
I don’t know what’s happening – meteorologically speaking – anywhere else on the planet, but at the moment as far as Scotland is concerned, the sky is a beautiful shade of azure – a situation so unusual that everyone is outside staring and pointing and talking excitedly about discarding the long johns a month early …
It won’t last of course: it never does, but while it’s with us we can convince ourselves that THIS year the summer will be warm and balmy and fruitful.
Oh yes it will. And all the midges will die horrible deaths.
None of which, of course, affects the Foxes, since they’re basically nocturnal animals … and this week they have, as usual, cast their literary net very wide – from England to Judaea, in fact:
Monday: Hilary discovers a literary crossroads in a tiny, lost Norfolk village.
Wednesday: Kate babbles about Ladybird books nostalgia at the Museum of English Rural life.
Friday: Kirsty returns to the Judaean Desert with The Very Short Introduction to the Dead Sea Scrolls.