Who would believe I am immersed in a book, a book of fiction! unheard of for many a year. Books I read are always non-fiction, factual, history, spiritual, philosophy, biographies. I believe that nothing happens by chance, so padding across the floor in my villa, dripping wet from a dip in the pool, I noticed a large basket full of books and felt drawn to look, the first book I plucked out looked interesting, THE YEAR OF THE FLOOD by Margaret Atwood. Immediate thoughts were read it, just sit back down in the sunshine and start reading, So I did.
I am just over half way, I can’t say its a book I cannot put down, or that its scintillating, but it is quite mesmerizing, not really science fiction, I would have put it down immediately, but its more a about a speculative view of what our would could become. How the corporations are hellbent in destroying everything I hold dear in my life. Like Jeanette Winterson’s review says “it’s not prophecy, but is eerily possible.
Being a lover of nature and growing veg, Gods Gardeners, their views, ceremonies and ethos resonates in some way, it is drawing me in, I am reading this for a reason, sure there is a gift here, it will come to me, with less than half still read, I am intrigued as to why this book turned up for me right now. Could be its going to tell me this is why you don’t read non-fiction so you were on the right track all the time !! who knows