Tuesday, 1 September 2009

reading on the way...

“This will be his earliest memory,” ...“Red light, morning light. High ceiling canted overhead. Lazy click of toenails on wood. Between the honey-colored slats of the crib a whiskery muzzle slides forward until its cheeks pull back and a row of dainty front teeth bare themselves in a ridiculous grin.”

The book's title, in this case, is actually metaphorical.. The book is just about Life... about dancing your way through everything in life and the need to carry on (dance) despite everything in the hope of a better tomorrow.. for if you give up.. there will be no tomorrow.. so dance you

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