In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the
halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for
me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a
particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall.
This week's book is Piranesi by Susanna Clarke and we'll be meeting at Ye Olde Cocke on Wilmslow Road in Didsbury — contact us for details.
As we're coming to the end of our reading list, we'll be pitching books at the meeting. You may like to consider the unread books list and the unreadable books list.