I’ve always disagreed with Depeche Mode’s line ‘words are meaningless and forgettable’. To me, words are the most meaningful part of being human. They are as important as the air into which they are breathed. It is impossible not to luxuriate in the different intonations and shades of meaning in them. I’m studying for a B.A. in French and Spanish so that I can learn new words and use them to unlock concepts that can’t always be explained so succinctly in my mother tongue. This year I’m lucky enough to study Occitan, a minority language spoken in the South of France and find the way in which Romance languages evolved into such different languages from Latin fascinating.
Although I enjoy communicating with people and learning about their customs and beliefs, reading has always been a passion. Some of my earliest memories involve being read to by my Mother and hearing her tales of the adventures she had in her youth. She has a large collection of books covering all sorts of topics and has always encouraged me to read as much as I can.
This year I’m studying (and doing a research project on Occitan) in France and am surrounded by French books that I want to buy but don’t dare too because I know that I won’t be able to take them back to the U.K. with me. 😦 On the bright side, being here has allowed me to find new, exciting authors who aren’t known back in England. I feel like an explorer every time I enter the local library, which is definately a first for me!
If you’re on goodreads, add me as I love looking at what other people are reading. 🙂
Apart from that, I love to have a good natter about any subject, so feel free to start a conversation. 😄