How intriguing, I thought, that today, at 32, I don’t conceive of unborn children as much as I do of the many books I am aching to birth. Representation Pic

I simply hadn't found the time to restore my library post the renovation work in my apartment, partly because soon after the last labourer left, and even in between, I had to travel, and there was the whole business of my sister's wedding. All legitimate excuses. There were at least five suitcases in my storeroom that had been stuffed with all my books. It was one of those things I just never got around to doing, because it felt so daunting. So when I returned home from all the festivities in my other home, I was mentally prepared for the undertaking.