Charing Cross, rolling fog and Regent’s Park seem to be a part of my everyday vocabulary lately. Why you ask? No, I’m not planning a trip to England but I’m feeling like a Londoner who’s learned the secret of time travel.
By some strange coincidence the last books I’ve picked up have all been set in England, mainly London. Take a look:
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, 1880s
Death at Devil’s Bridge, mid-1890s
Maisie Dobbs, 1929
Birds of a Feather, 1930
Full Dark House, 1940 (I’ve given up on this one though)
Saturday, present day (just started)
I’m kind of ready to “travel” elsewhere you know. In the meantime, I’m excited because tomorrow is the library book sale. I’ve got the book bag ready so I promise to post tomorrow on books bought.
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