The voice

All the day’s chores done, I lie on the sofa in our living room, with my feet up, watching TV with the OH.

Suddenly, I hear a voice. It is the voice of a tough-as-bricks lady, who takes nonsense from no one.

‘Saumensch,’ it tells me.

I jump.

‘Saumensch’ – there’s that voice again. This time, I realise the voice is inside me, in my head. Rosa Hubermann.

I relax immediately and smile.

The OH asks what is wrong with me.

‘This is what happens when a book gets under your skin, creeps up your veins, and crawls into your brain,’ I tell him.

He gives me the oh-that-dotty-wife-of-mine expression.

‘You should read The Book Thief, too. It will crawl into your brain, too,’ I tell him.

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This is non-fiction, starring the OH and me. For those of you who did not get the reference, please click on the link in the post.

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20 thoughts on “The voice

  1. Did you read Sarah’s Keys? ANother one I would really want you to read (like shake you up, and tell you to seriously read it now – kind of want)! Seriously, I cannot tell you how i felt while reading it and long after it too!

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  2. I love it when that happens. I dreamed of Parnassus last πŸ™‚ Sometimes, I just wake up from a dream and look for a character from a book – I love that feeling. I always go back to sleep with a smile πŸ™‚

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