Before we left South Africa 30 years ago, my mother lobbed a grenade in my lap. I was allowed only 5 books in my hand luggage. No that’s not a typo. How on earth was I going to curate my extensive collection gathered since I first learnt to read? She then reminded me that where ever we’d end up in the world there’d always be a library nearby. This was small comfort as books are and always will be my only security blanket. Would 5 be enough to temporarily wrap me from neck to toe? I had my doubts. I mean, I know those pages have heaps of thermal properties but … My choices would need to cover as many of my needs as possible. So I agonised for weeks and finally decided on the following books to sustain me while I endured the wait to cross library thresholds in the Promised Land: FIVE: With One Voice – A Hymn book for all the churches (filched from school on my last day – SORRY!) A strange one to be sure. But you need to understand why this book was part of my c...
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