Potato Peel Pie

I’ve just finished The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society, now a major motion picture.

I’d seen the shorts of this movie while at the theatre and I knew I’d love the book.

Which I did. It’s a delightful read and I felt such a connection to it that I read it at every available opportunity until within a short space of time I had finished it.

And now I’m in mourning. Grieving for those that I left behind when I closed the pages of that book for the last time. I’m going to miss all those characters and I feel a certain sense of emptiness – did the lawyer agree to let Juliet adopt Kit? How was the wedding of Juliet and Dawsey? Did everyone come? What did they think? So much left unanswered and I want more.

I am also left with the desire to start up letter writing, not just email which is great , but actual letter writing on paper with envelopes and stamps and trips to the post offic e. Then I want to expierence the indugent and anticipatory joy of checking the letterbox and the excitment of discovering a reply letter waiting for me. Then choosing just the right chair perhaps in the sun or in the evening by the fire to curl up in and read my letter soaking up the contents and the story contained within. Pen and paper at the ready should I feel motivated to reply.

Letter writing is such a thing of the past though I feel it is easily resurrected if there is a willingness to do so. Of course it requires at least 2 people.

Maybe I should jump onto the internet, google penpals who want to write actual letters and then email my interest to connect.

Inspired

Breezi’s spirit