Welcome to the weekend, folks.
I recently had a cull of my books. Having always said there’s no such thing as too many books, just not enough shelves, even I realised that there are times when your books look like they’re staging a takeover and you need to take command. So I’ve boxed up around 200 for the charity shop and can actually hear the collective sigh of my remaining times declaring “We have SPACE!!!’ The ones that have stayed include, of course, my non-fiction friends, but poetry has also triumphed (being the old romantic that I am). And lucky it has. I’ve just read that a study published in a journal in May found that poetry results in ‘pre-chills’ – feelings of pleasure build-up and reward sensation, at the end of stanzas and especially at the end of the poem itself. The sensation is akin to unwrapping a chocolate bar (but, of course, without the mess and the calories). How’s that for feeding the mind without having to feed the body? Anyway, have a fantabulous day and I’ll see you on the other side.
Martha, The Colour File x