I’m a book loving penguin. I love the texture, the weight, the smell, and especially the scratchy noise of turning a page when you’re reading in bed and it brushes across the doona. I love books in libraries and books in shops; opening a freshly minted novel or looking at the dog ears from past readers. I am one of those who can’t resist reading the last page before I’ve got there. Is that bad?
I’m a tea loving penguin. Tea is the perfect accompaniment to a book. They are complementary sources of solace; comforting and rejuvenating and something to connect over. But the tea has to be right – none of this lukewarm water and bag of sawdust plopped in. There should be as much ceremony to making and drinking a cup of tea as the occasion can muster. Part of my endeavour is to not one day discover and drink the perfect cup of tea, but to discover and drink perfect cups of tea every single day.
I’m a penguin loving penguin. The world would be a lesser place without Peso and Pingu, Monty and the crew from Happy Feet. Penguins are delightfully prone to anthropomorphic imagery. I love the thought of a penguin reading a book, especially if she had to wear glasses like I do.
So, I am a book lover living in Melbourne who drinks far too much tea, and whose love of penguins hasn’t diminished from when I was eight years old.
Come and keep me company for a while….