Cloud Atlas

I believe that stuff happens as it’s meant to, when it’s meant to.
(If you let it.)

Even small stuff.

For the last couple of years, I have walked into bookshops and often been drawn to a Particular Book. But for some reason, I have resisted it, every time. I have walked around it, looked at other stuff, picked up different titles and eventually left, either with nothing or with some other Top Read.

Then last week: one of my favourite shops. delicious second.hand.book.smell. My Book on the shelf. picked it up. took it to the counter. paid. and left.

Just like that.

And now I am drenched in it. Soaking it up. Thinking about it when I’m not with it. Crazy!

I am sure that there is a reason why this book chose me. (Now). I just haven’t figured it out yet.