A couple of weeks ago I came close to going to the cinema as the group I was with on the National Trust holiday went to see Bridget Jones’s Baby and it was the second time somebody had asked me to go and see that film. But I stayed strong and didn’t go.
With every film I’ve wanted to see at the cinema, I’ve read an autobiography instead. I have got a little bit behind in this and got 12 books left to read, which is roughly one book a week till the end of the year. People have asked me why I’ve decided to read autobiographies instead. I just thought it would be good to read about different people’s lives and experience different narratives, which is what you would experience in the cinema anyway.
Thankfully with the weather getting colder and getting a new corner sofa courtesy of my neighbours, I’ll be able to read the remaining books in comfort.
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