After closing the book I just hugged it! Beautiful! This book, the physical one that belongs to me, has had a hurly-burly journey. The first time I picked it up, well, actually the time I bought it and paid full price for it, and then, I abandoned it. And then, I gave it to my local charity shop, where I noticed it remaining on their shelf for months. And then, I bought it back again.! Only heaven knows why. And then, I read it. How could I have missed its beauty the first time round. Reading choices are based in so much serendipity, aren’t they. Many of the beautiful meditations the prose generated will remain with me for some time to come. I’m so pleased I didn’t miss this one. This is a book that could make a positive difference to the perception of a reader, particularly a young adult, who picks it up, connects with the story, and absorbs its treasure trove of wisdom; turning a desert into a garden of beautiful flowers. At least, I’d like to believe it would.