To the Lighthouse  

No thanks.

I just rejected a plastic bag. The pleasure of reading begins when I pick up the book from the bookshelf; no, before, when I look around the backs of books looking for a title that catches my attention, or maybe an author who hisses me.

Then I take it and take it home. The part of my body that begins to savour the reading begins with the fingertips of my fingers and the palm of my hand.

I wonder what any of my former mates would think if they saw me in the street with the little treasure. I would die of shame. To me, that the only thing that entertained me when I was a youngster was watching TV and scrounging for money. Could it be that with age I am softening?

The woman who wrote the book — from my same region — structured the novel in three parts and set in the holiday home on the Isle of Skye; place that I have always wanted to visit and that to date I have not been able to go.

In addition to the family's childhood days, there is also the colonialism of our country and of which the British are very proud.

To the Lighthouse is an intimate work where we can clearly see that the writer was looking for a kind of therapy

Father´s birthday. He would have been 96, yes, today…

I wrote the book very quickly; and when it was written, I ceased to be obsessed by my mother. I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her…

Book hardware. Sense of touch. Odour.

From my Borstal.

LDR