THGGM and I have watched the five seasons of Poldark this year.
That got me interested in reading the books.
The first six are the books that the series is based on, and since I am now half way through I can tell you that this adaptation did an incredible job of staying close to the books.
Since THGGM and I are on a new to us schedule, we've been heading off to bed early (well, for me anyway) to read every night.
These books are my night time reading, along with what is on my Kindle.
Although we have a house with bookcases all over, I tend to be one who piles when it comes to reading material. I have different piles of books in all the places I sit around the house. So, I suppose I shall be sharing more stacks of my reading materials, as they are rather endless.
Anyway.., while I was propped up in bed reading a few nights ago, THGGM - who after months of looking for the cause of his chronic cough has been recently diagnosis with asthma - was propped up on the other side of me reading his book of choice. I had just come to a paragraph that began like this:
'However,' said Mr. Trencrom, 'I have not called merely to discuss the foreign situation. As you will have guessed. No doubt.' He coughed. It was an extraordinary sound for so large a man; his mountainous body quivered, and a small thin wheezy noise was eventually produced as if deep inside him a very small dog was dying of asphyxiation.
And just then, I heard a small thin wheezy noise emit from the reader propped up beside me, as if a very small dog was dying of asphyxiation inside him.
You can't make this stuff up.
And Winston Graham writes brilliantly.
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