she has a voracious appetite

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She picks up books

And devours the pages

Eagerly tearing strips

To gobble down

So greedily

A speed that’s needed

Stumbling over words

To reach the very end.

Whenever I buy a new book (not from the charity shop or borrowed from the library) it means that I’m really keen to read it. And I bought a book today so I’m very excited.

The book in question is Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Junkins Reid. Reid is probably one of my favourite writers and I love how she has created a universe where her characters all interconnect between books.

Carrie Soto was mentioned briefly in Malibu Rising and there is a husband who had a fling with Evelyn Hugo, and one of the characters popped up in Daisy Jones and the Six. They started off as little Easter eggs and now it has become a complex world that I can’t get enough of.

The funny thing is that I get so excited when I find a book that I need, that I feel like I literally need to inhale the book. And I do mean that literally. When Daisy Jones came out, I remember feeling that I wanted to eat the pages so that I could get the story inside me more quickly.

I think that’s really weird, but it’s a genuine feeling and it means that I really understand what people mean when they say that somebody has a voracious appetite for books – they really do have a physical appetite for those pages.

Much Love

Rachel xx

free love and magic mushrooms

To be born into a time that is other from now,

If we’d be given a chance, or fate had been different;

Two souls colliding just years either side.

When you think that this rock has been hurtling through space

For billions of years, then thirty years past

Is nothing at all, just the blink of an eye.

And then there would be no worries about Twitter

Or the fact that I still don’t know how to turn on

The torch on my phone. I wouldn’t be worried

About my digital footprint, just who I will dance with

And which flowers will adorn my long, flowing hair.

I’m a person born later than than my soul needed be,

An alien in a world, too busy for me.

I have just started listening to the audiobook ‘Malibu Rising’ by Taylor Jenkins Reid and I read ‘Daisy Jones and the Six’ by the same author, a couple of years ago. I feel in love with Taylor’s writing, predominately because of when she set her novels.

Both of these books are set in the seventies and they are so rock and roll and glamorous. I loved them so much that I almost feel like I would rather be there than in the here and now. I know that not all of us could be in rock bands like Daisy Jones, but I feel like it’d still be better than living in 2021.

I quite fancy myself living as a free spirited wild child, eating magic mushrooms and dancing around a field with others dressed in linen, crochet and flowers.

I have always thought that I don’t belong in this time. I never carry my phone because I hate it and people look at me like I must be mad. I don’t understand why everyone wants to be contactable 100% of the time. If I’m out, I want to be free from any distractions and yet people seem to get really angry about that.

And what are the chances of being born in any one time period? Humans have been gracing the surface of the Earth for millions of years and it seems like the luck of the draw as to whether you are born in the 60’s or the 90’s.

I’m looking forward to the rest of Malibu Rising and dreaming of what life could have been like if I had been born a mere thirty years earlier.

Much Love

Rachel xx